The Devil's NANNY
Roman didn't respond, just continued to hold her, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the way she instinctively molded herself to him.
And then she lifted her face. Their eyes met, and before he could think about what he was doing, Aylin kissed him. It wasn't an impulsive or defiant kiss. It was a heartfelt kiss, the kind that breaks down barriers, that disarms, that leaves you breathless. Roman stood still for a fraction of a second before responding. His hands moved from her back to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer to him, devouring her with the same desperation with which she kissed him.