Her arms instinctively circled his neck, her head tilting back unconsciously to meet his kiss, responding to his kiss...
Until the cigarette in her hand scorched her skin.
Thomas Shannon released her then, discarding the cigarette butt.
He buried his face in the warm nape of her neck, panting heavily.
His heavy breaths washed over the tender skin of her neck, sending a tingling current through her.
Sophie Sullivan gently pushed him away; she too was struggling to calm her breathing.
She was going mad. Absolutely mad. She actually found kissing Thomas Shannon enjoyable.
Sophie Sullivan wished she could pull at her own hair, to bring herself to her senses.
She must always remember that it was this man who took advantage of her! She couldn't be fooled by him, couldn't fall into his trap.
"Maniac, do you mind?"
"What?"
What did she mind?
Sophie Sullivan's eyes were moist, veiled by a captivating, shimmering light.
