The heat on her lips was scorching, threatening to spread like wildfire.
The young man wasn't satisfied with a superficial clash of lips. His hand moved from her arm to clamp down on her chin.
He applied a little pressure.
It made her brow furrow slightly, her tightly clenched teeth parting.
The young man chuckled indistinctly and lowered his head to kiss her again.
He kissed her deeply.
The air between them thinned, oxygen growing scarce.
She patted his shoulder. He seemed to notice and pulled back a little.
Mia Grant gasped for air, but still managed to glare up at him, her clear eyes rimmed with red with indignation. "Ian Sinclair!"
"Yeah?" The puppy tilted his head nonchalantly, his eyes dark, bright, and flashing with excitement.
It was as if he hadn't heard the fire in her voice.
Seeing his still-unsatisfied expression, Mia pounded his shoulder in frustration. "Have you no shame! Felix..."
Her voice stopped abruptly, the name swallowed back down.
"No!"
