In front of her was the man's powerful, imposing body; behind her, the hard, flat wall.
His presence was fervent and domineering, aggressively overwhelming all her senses.
Lianne's thoughts ground to a halt. Her soul felt as if it were about to evaporate from her body. Then Seth Sinclair seized both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head as his fiery kiss burned against her.
The world around them was silent, save for the frantic beat of her heart pounding in her ears and the passionate sound of their kiss echoing in her mind.
The kiss left Lianne's legs weak. She was unsteady, about to slide down the wall.
So Seth Sinclair simply lifted her. Caught off guard, Lianne found herself airborne, her long legs wrapping around his waist and her hands clinging to his neck.
