Saga had somehow been reduced to a creature of need. Grabbing him by his jacket, she yanked him back to her, pushing onto the tips of her toes to slide her lips against his. Saga hadn’t a clue what she was doing. All she knew was that if this was to be her first kiss, she wanted it to be something worth remembering. “Your fire,” he breathed as their lips broke apart and came back together. “It drives me mad.” “No more talking,” Saga said, hands skimming along his jaw to hold him to her.
