ROSE

I glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight, but I knew the raging feelings inside would continue to drive me. On impulse, I reached for his lips and took him in mine.

My breath caught in my throat. I was being so brazenly forward, especially for someone like Daniel who just made a misogynist remark at me.

A tremor went through me at his skill of working the tongue, at the thought of his touch. Part of me longed for that contact. The wiser part knew I shouldn't allow it. And yet, I gave in to the temptation.

His gentle fingers traced the raised ridge of my nape,...