Elliot lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Georgia's face. When his eyes landed on her red lips, he couldn't resist leaning in. He threaded his fingers through her damp hair and captured her lips with his.
Longing was a poison, and when it built up until it threatened to burst from his chest, he needed an antidote.
Georgia was his antidote. His kiss was fierce and demanding, taking her completely by surprise. He easily breached her defenses.
He plundered her mouth, savoring her sweetness.
Georgia had no time to react. He had her pinned, spinning her around and pressing her against the kitchen counter.
Her lips were sealed tightly by his, and she could only manage small whimpers. Her waist was pressed hard against the corner of the counter, and she knitted her brows in pain.
She opened her mouth and bit down on Elliot's tongue, whimpering unconsciously, "It hurts!"
