Conaan let out a small gasp of Eleanor's name as her lips conquered his, sending immense heat to his body. His eyes drifted to a close as she slowly tilted her head to the right, taking the kiss up a notch, her hand resting on his shoulder. He felt as her fingers dug into his skin, but he didn't mind, his body unable to concentrate on anything that wasn't Eleanor.

She was beautiful, and she drove him crazy, the kind of insanity that surpassed nights and days, the kind where she was kissing him feverishly, determinedly, his hand seeking her skin, his lips seeking to conquer hers, but he still...