The Witch Of Stonecliff. Dawn Brown

been touched. Held. Kissed. She craved the contact.

      Her eyes fluttered closed and she angled her head to give those firm lips drawing on hers better access. Kyle immediately took advantage, pressing closer until the edge of the counter bit into her back, but she barely noticed. Her senses were filled with him. His rich, spicy scent. His smooth fingers tracing the column of her throat, sending a delicious shiver over her skin.

      His teeth nipped at her lips. She opened her mouth, let his tongue sweep inside. God, he tasted so good. Her head swam. The muscles in her legs softened. She curled her fingers into his solid shoulders to both keep herself from sinking to the floor as much as to draw him closer. His hard, lean body pressed flush with hers. The bulge straining against his pants pushed into her belly.

      “Shit.” Kyle tore his mouth away from her with a gasp so soft she wasn’t sure she’d heard it at all. She wanted to scream, to grab his head and force his lips back to hers. Instead, she bit back the whimper swelling in her throat.