Tabitha's POV
She stood up from her chair and walked gracefully towards me. She put down her glass carefully, her eyes locking on mine. "It seems like we do." She closed the distance between us. "But whining over this won't solve it. We...you need to calm down."
Her hands came up to the base of my throat. Her thumbs pressing gently into the right cords of my neck. Calming down suddenly became a good idea.
My breath left me in a rush. Yes.
She didn't need to hear more. Her mouth found mine. The kiss wasn't gentle it was hard and deep, her tongue sliding against mine. It stole the anger right out of me, replacing it with a raw, pulsing need. My hands came up, fisting in the expensive silk of her blouse, pulling her closer.
