Lianne was admiring the marriage certificate. Hearing his voice, she turned her head to look at him. "Isn't this a contract selling myself into servitude?"
They were so close they could see themselves reflected in each other's eyes.
The color of Seth Sinclair's eyes deepened. The muscles in his waist and abdomen tensed, and the blood in his body rushed to one particular place like a bolt of lightning.
All thoughts of teasing her vanished.
His palm cradled the back of Lianne's head, his knuckles threading through her cool, sleek hair. His thin lips pressed against hers, kissing her slowly.
Sitting in Seth Sinclair's lap, pressed tightly against his leg, Lianne could feel every reaction of his body. Just as she was about to run out of breath, he eased his lips from hers slightly.
Lianne's breathing was unsteady, her chest heaving with every breath.
