This was a busy hallway, with people constantly passing by. Just as footsteps approached, Silas yanked Joyce into a restroom to the side. The instant the door was locked from within, his hand tightened on her waist, and he lifted her onto the counter.
The cold surface sent a shiver through Joyce, and Silas's knee pushed her legs apart...
His shadow fell over her as a searing kiss landed by her ear. He whispered her name in a low voice:
"Joyce, why are you trembling?"
His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive nape of her neck, making her shiver involuntarily.
Furious, Joyce glared at him. Her breathing was still ragged with fright. She'd thought she'd run into some pervert.
But in Silas's eyes, her glare held no threat whatsoever. It was simply adorable. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, a tangle of heat and moisture in the height of intimacy...
A deep blush had already spread across Joyce's face.
