Cross didn't hold back; he kissed Marceline with a hunger that left her reeling. His car keys and phone clattered to the floor, startling her and breaking the kiss for a second. But Cross was having none of that—he cupped her face and pulled her back into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity.

The kiss was electric, a blazing inferno that set every nerve in her body on fire. They stumbled toward the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and desperation. Marceline felt the cool mattress against her back as Cross hovered over her, his eyes burning with an intensity that stole her breath away....