Unable to restrain himself any longer, something primal within Calvin broke free.

His fingers claimed the nape of Cleopatra’s neck in one heated glide, warm, steady, possessive drawing her inexorably closer until the last fragile inch between them vanished. He lowered his head and sealed his mouth to hers in a slow, deliberate press, lingering through several thunderous heartbeats so she could feel the plush heat of his lips molding perfectly to the shape of hers.

Then he parted her lips with the barest graze of teeth, capturing her plump lower one and drawing it deep into the wet velvet of his mouth slow, luxurious suction that made the tender...