She felt heat pool in her stomach. His lips were warm and moist, teasing her until she parted her lips.
His hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer. A moan escaped her as he invaded her mouth gently. She felt herself melting against him. All logical thought faded from her head. Claire lifted her hand to push him away, but ended up resting that hand against his chest.
Until, his other hand held her wrist. Pain shot through her bruised wrist, reminding her instantly of everything at stake. She winced and drew back, blinking furiously.
"Why did you do that?"
He pulled away. "I wanted to." His hand remained on hers. Her throat tightened like it was filled with sand. He had tasted like wine, but sweeter. She ran her hands through her hair. Claire had been sweating despite the cool evening air.
"I should leave." She rose up. Leaves rustled as she was protesting her sudden departure. She glanced over her shoulder at where Andon stood.
