Three seconds. Three goddamned seconds.
Her brain screamed for logic. It told her to take a step back, to cross her arms like a shield between them. But her body? Her treacherous, stupidly honest body? It swayed forward. Just a hair. Just enough.
Step back, you horny bitch, she thought with a silent scream at herself.
But it was too late.
Damien bent his head slowly, like he was savoring the moment before a feast. His breath brushed across her lips. His fingers hovered near her jaw, not touching, just waiting for that final second of permission that she wasn't offering but also wasn't denying.
And then he kissed her.
His lips moved over hers with practiced confidence, it made her knees go stupidly weak. She made a sound, a tiny whimper of surrender, and his hands finally came up to cradle her face like she was precious.
