Chapter 28
The terror that had seized me when the door slammed shut was absolute, a cold hand squeezing my heart. But it was quickly suffocated by the intoxicating rush of his kiss. Val's lips, firm and demanding, were a storm I couldn't resist. His hand, still at the back of my neck, held me captive, but I no longer wanted to escape. My own hands, which had been pushing against his chest, now found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as I lost myself in the moment.
His tongue was like a serpent's, a slow, deliberate probe that felt impossibly intimate. He was not just kissing me; he was claiming me, consuming me in a way that stripped away every thought of who I was or where we were. The office, the meeting, the shame—it all dissolved into a haze of sensation. The scent of his pheromones, which had been a subtle presence, now filled my lungs, a scent of fresh cedar and warm earth that ignited a primal heat within me.
