His cool lips descended like a feather, brushing against her cherry-red ones.
Zoe Pierce froze on the spot, her pupils dilating in shock.
It was as if her mind went blank for a moment.
The person in his arms... her scent was so sweet.
Chase Shaw unconsciously tightened his embrace. The kiss, which had started as a light peck, changed in the next moment.
He wanted to wring out more of that sweet nectar.
His large hand pressed against the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.
It felt as if all the air was being forced from her lungs. His agile tongue was like an insatiable beast, seeking to taste more, to sample more, plundering every inch of her mouth.
His palm rested on Zoe's back, feeling the delicate vertebrae of her spine protruding slightly above her slender waist.
His fingers drifted toward a dangerous edge.
"Zoe... Zoe..."
As if sensing her tension, Chase Shaw rested his forehead against Zoe's and released her lips, murmuring her name over and over.
