His lips crashed against hers, his hand fisting in her hair, keeping her still as he parted her lips and kissed her, roughly — like a man who had been starving all his life.
Nina breathed against his mouth, clutching onto him for support as she melted into him.
She was shaking, her legs barely holding her upright and her fingers fisted in his shirt as he pulled her closer, like there was any distance left to close between them.
A low sound left his throat as he exhaled, tilting to the other side, and kissed her deeper. He parted her mouth, his other hand sliding up to her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her.
Nina wasn't thinking. Her head felt light, weightless. Every rational thought had evaporated, and the desires she'd denied and buried somewhere deep detonated all at once.
She wanted him.
Damn, she wanted him badly.
