His lips tasted like wine deep, full-bodied, with that faint tang of sweetness at the back of his mouth.

I hadn’t expected it to taste like this, hadn’t expected the warmth to sweep over me so fast. His hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until my pulse was thrumming so loud I thought the g walls would echo it back at us.

Just as I parted my mouth, ready to devour him whole, the door burst open.

I jolted, teeth catching his lip.

He grunted, low and sharp, a curse under his breath as he wiped the spot with his thumb. A streak of red. My stomach flipped....