He moved so fast she barely had time to suck in a gasp of air before his arms tightened around her, drawing her hard against his body. He was fully aroused. The hot hungry look in his eyes immobilized her seconds before he crushed his mouth down on hers. No gentle exploration. No warm-up. His mouth fit hers perfectly, and he went from zero to sixty without a mother may I? and straight into an intense, juicy French kiss that had Serena’s bones turning molten.

Nothing existed but the slick glide of his warm tongue devouring her mouth. He uttered a harsh, raw sound as her tongue came to meet his, tightening his arms around her, and burying one hand in her hair.

She should put a stop to this, she thought vaguely. Now. She stood on her toes to get closer. God. He tasted delicious, and he smelled so good. Coffee, soap, hot skin, and a scent uniquely his own. His jaw was prickly, rough against her face, his chest broad and hard with muscle as he crushed her to him. His fingers gripped her hair as he explored her mouth with teeth and tongue. More. More. More.