The air was thick with a subtle scent of desire, which entered her body with every breath and made her blood begin to boil.
The man repeatedly licked her lips, his tongue grazing the delicate membrane inside, teasing the roof of her mouth. He held her in a deep kiss, exploring every slick surface within.
Lianne wasn't used to intimate contact. Her face flushed and her breathing grew ragged as she pushed him away with all her might.
The force of her push nearly sent her tumbling backward off the sofa arm where she sat, but thankfully, Seth Sinclair's long, strong arm caught her around the waist.
He met Lianne's gaze and, right in front of her, raised a hand to wipe his damp lower lip with the pad of his finger.
The pale blue veins stood out on the back of his cool, fair hand, creating an inexplicably alluring, tantalizing sense of restraint.
He looked at her, his lips curving into a handsome smile.
His expression held a hint of roguishness and a strange sort of satisfaction.
