He caged her against the piano, arms bracketing her. Their faces were whisper close. Reason fled and heat surged in its wake. “Do you have feelings for me, Cora?” he asked in a low voice. “Yes. Several. Contempt. Outrage. Disgust.” His hooded eyes caught on her parted lips, and the air thickened as he dipped his head. “Something tells me just how you'd like to”—he nipped her throat, over her throbbing pulse— “release those feelings.”
