“The C is for Carver,” Roman said, leaning closer to her. “My name is Roman Carver Kitt.” He wove his fingers into her hair and brought his mouth down to hers. Iris felt the shock ripple through her the moment their lips met. His kiss was hungry, as if he had longed to taste her for some time, and at first she couldn’t breathe. But then the shock melted, and she felt a thrill warm her blood. She opened her mouth against his, returning the kiss. She felt him shiver as her hands raced up his arms, clinging to him.
