He kissed her, and her mind went blank. He really kissed her.
The world narrowed to the press of his lips against hers. It was scorching and consuming. His mouth tasted faintly of whiskey.
Joey's hands didn't stay idle. They framed her face, his thumbs brushing her cheekbones like he was afraid she'd vanish if he let go. It puzzled her that he was treating a stranger so delicately. She fought back with the last of her sanity. She shouldn't be making out with a hot stranger.
"Joey…" Her voice cracked as she managed to pull back an inch, palms flat against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingers. "You're not thinking clearly. You're drunk. I can't…" She tried to break free. Honestly, she did, because she was aware her heart could not handle the seduction.
