He shook his head. “You were really going to kill me?”
She scowled at him. “You know, you’re wasting an awful lot of energy on that. I’m thinking it’s pretty much a moot point now. It’s time to let it go.”
His lips pressed firm, then in a move she didn’t see coming, his head swooped down and those tense lips were pressed on hers.
The kiss was angry, exasperated, exploratory, and gentle — all at once. The shock of it quickly faded and heat, which was unfamiliar and just a bit overwhelming, coursed through her as his lips continued their sensual assault.
Sensations pooled low in her belly, her heart thumped so hard she feared it would thump its way right out of her chest, and her hands, palms pressed to the twitching muscles of his chest, had gone sweaty.
Wow, so this was kissing?
If she’d known it would be so life altering, she would have let herself be kissed way before now.
A gentle nip had her lips parting and his tongue swept inside her mouth and her brain took a long awaited holiday.
She was a mass of feelings, with no thoughts to interfere or second guess the attraction which had ignited even during the fight at the police station when she thought she was wrestling the enemy.
She wanted more.