DAISY

The second the door locked behind the last federal marshal, Brian caught my waist, his large hands digging into my hips, and pulled me straight into his lap. My wrapped ankle throbbed for a second, but the pain was instantly buried under a massive rush of heat as his mouth slammed onto mine.

This wasn't a comforting kiss. It was hard, heavy, and furious. He tasted like the black coffee he'd been downing to stay awake, his tongue sliding deep into my mouth, claiming me over and over while his hands gripped my hair, tilting my head back to get a deeper angle. I groaned against his lips, my...