Chapter 27

Cassandra stood still, shocked and suspecting that she had somehow fallen asleep on her bed and was dreaming. Keith’s arm wrapping around her waist until she was flush against him told her she definitely was not in a dream.

“Open up, Cassandra,” he whispered against her lips, nipping at the bottom lip and teasing it rather seductively with his tongue.

With a moan, she parted her lips, and everything turned white hot behind her eyes. His lips 

moved languidly over hers. Hot. Wild. Demanding. His arm tightened around her waist as he thrust his tongue against hers, groaning at the silky feel of hers against his.

Keith became aware of her. Incredibly aware of her curvy body in his arms. Desire pulsed through him, hard, fast, and he knew he had to have her, or he would go mad. Breaking the kiss briefly, he smiled when she moaned in protest and weaved her hand around his neck, bringing him closer.

“More,” she cried softly, arching against him.

“Yes