"Fuck it," Graydon murmured, closing the distance. His lips touched hers, barely there as they brushed against hers in question. In answer, she rose to her toes, fitting herself against the hard length of him. He made a guttural sound but remained still, not closing his arms around her. He was letting her take the lead. That decided her, making her bold as she explored his mouth, the warm pressure sending tingles quaking through her. It was sweet and gentle, until suddenly it wasn't. Desire engulfed them as they crashed together, fury and need rising.
