Darkness wrapped around her shoulders dense as a cloak. She had no idea her present surrounding. The strangeness around her bothered her not. Her mind decided to settle on forbidden thoughts…thoughts of him.
The gentle strength in his lips against her own. The feel of his body, hard as steel yet velvety in touch, when he held her against the wall. The exhilarating nerves rushing through her veins when he kissed her back. Storm raging over vast woods. Light caress of his long fingers over her cheek…Deckard.
Her fingers lifted to touch her lips. Still raw and red from the kiss.
She'd kissed him. Deckard, one of the men she hated to love. He'd broken her marriage, nearly killed her first love, treated her with coldness, but yet she'd kissed him. Not out of lust, because yes he oozed such attraction it bordered on dangerous. Not out of need either.
