Forbidden Affairs
Richard stepped close—so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You’re not a girl, Amelia,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “But you’re not ready to play with fire.”
“Then teach me,” I whispered.
The look in his eyes changed. Darkened. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he kissed me—slow, controlled, until I gasped against his mouth and melted into him.
There was nothing gentle after that.
He spun me, pressing my chest against the bookshelf as his body caged mine. His mouth dragged along the curve of my neck. His hand slipped under the silk, cupping my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.