Kieran leaned forward.
His fingers brushed her cheek. A little rough but deliberate nevertheless, his thumb dragging over the swell of her lower lip…smearing the lip balm she had so carefully applied…for him.
His touch was slow, possessive, his gaze locked onto hers like a predator savoring the moment before the strike.He had looked at her so many times like that… yet that moment felt different!
Autumn's breath hitched.
He had always been the one to initiate.
But not tonight… tonight was going to be her gift… for him.
Before he could speak, before he could take control…she moved.
In one reckless motion, she surged from her chair, her knees knocking against his as she straddled his lap, her hands gripping his shoulders. His chair rocked dangerously backwards, but she did not even care if they fell.
She crashed her lips against his, swallowing his sharp inhale.
