But before she could give the obvious bulge in his jeans too much more thought, he pressed her back against the mirror. His lips nibbled at hers with short, easy kisses. One hand was at the back of her neck, his fingers threading through the hair just where her loose braid began. The other took her breast and began to massage it. She was trapped, and she didn't care. She was disintegrating beneath his touch, and she wanted it to go on and on.

Forever was too much to ask for, but it might not have ended so quickly if his hand on her back hadn't shifted to the front,...