The kiss was clumsy and awkward. After a moment, Naomi Kenway felt tired. She had just started to pull back when a hand cupped the back of her head and a scorching breath drew near again.
The familiar scent of his cologne lingered at the tip of her nose, exploding with even greater intensity.
"You..."
She was forced to endure the fierce kiss, able to manage only a few muffled sounds.
After what felt like an eternity, he let her go. She found it hard to breathe and gasped for air. She could feel his forehead resting against hers, his high-bridged nose pressed against her cheek. The clarity in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a frenzied blaze.
"Naomi Kenway, who the hell is that other man?"
Naomi Kenway had no idea what he was talking about. "What other man? I don't know what you're talking about, you lunatic..."
