Aurora’s hands pressed flat to his chest.

“I—I have to—” she mumbled. She tried to remember why she came. What she needed. What was so important. But all that filled her head was his voice, the grip of his hand, the heat pooling between her legs.

Get a grip. Find the journal. Snap out of this.

But then he kissed her.

And it wasn’t gentle.

His mouth crashed into hers like he needed it to live. Tongue plunging past her lips, teeth dragging across hers, fingers fisting into the hem of her shirt. It was demanding. Possessive. Starved.

Aurora groaned and gave in.

Her arms flew around his shoulders as...