His cool, thin lips brushed against her cherry-colored ones, light as a feather.
Zoe Pierce froze, her pupils dilating in shock.
Her mind went blank in an instant.
'The person in my arms… smells so sweet.'
Chase Shaw unconsciously tightened his embrace. What began as a fleeting, feather-light kiss changed in the very next moment.
He wanted to draw out more of that sweetness.
His large hand pressed against the back of her head as he deepened the kiss.
It felt as if all the air was being forced from her chest. His tongue, like a restless serpent, was an insatiable glutton—tasting, plundering, and sweeping over every inch within her mouth.
His palm rested on Zoe Pierce's back, feeling the slight protrusion of her spine above her slender waist.
His fingers crept toward a dangerous edge.
"Zoe... Zoe..."
As if sensing her tension, Chase Shaw pressed his forehead against Zoe Pierce's and released her lips from his bruising kiss, murmuring her name over and over.
