When she pulled away, she patted her lashes and softened her voice. "Don't you want to be in your own bed? With me?"
Seeing the fire in Lucian's eyes, she wondered if what she had just done would backfire. Before she could retreat, his large hand gripped her small neck, pulling her against his lips with a feverish intensity that made her cheeks begin to burn.
'God, I hate him,' she thought, even as her heart betrayed her by skipping a beat.
Lucian's grip on her neck was firm; not enough to choke, but enough to broadcast a possessive desperation. He tasted like something in-between coffee and copper. In between the kiss, his breath hitched as he drank her in with a starved sort of hunger.
Brianna's heart hammered against her ribs. She hadn't known this man had it in him, until she felt his hand grabbing her ass.
Her eyes widened. She had wanted to light a spark to lead him out the door, but she had accidentally triggered a wildfire!
