"Mph—!" Heena whimpered into his mouth, her eyes blowing wide at the sudden, brazen claim he'd made on her.
Instinctively her hand flew to his chest... to push, to resist, to be the woman she was supposed to be.
But her hand didn't follow her instructions. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and held on, anchoring her to the very thing she was supposed to be pushing away.
She was lost in seconds.
Alex kissed her slowly, sucking on her lower lip with a patient, savouring intensity that made her toes curl inside her shoes.
He wasn't rushing. He was giving her time... time to adjust, time to surrender, time to feel every second of her own dismantling.
Heena was stunned by how easily her body had given up. Worse, how readily it was responding to him.
Or maybe, a quiet voice inside her whispered, she had been wanting this all along. Wanting a man to grab her like this. To stop asking and take what he wanted because he was certain she would let him.
