Chapter 40

Whoa. Dave steadied himself against a bookshelf so they didn't both fall over when Anissa launched herself into his arms. And that's about how long it took for his brain to quit working. His hands rested on her hips to steady her and he instinctively pulled her close, pressing her body along his. When she pushed up on her toes to kiss him, he groaned, knowing that if he started this time he wasn't going to be able to stop. He'd wanted her just too damn much for too damn long.

She took advantage of his groan to slip her tongue inside his mouth. Goddess she tasted of beer and spice and something indefinably her. It wasn't his fault if he gripped her hips tighter and kissed her back, letting his own tongue stroke and slide along hers, before finally chasing it back inside her mouth, tasting, seeking, learning every line and hollow of her, then thrusting in hard, exerting a little of the primitive, chest-pounding dominance she seemed to bring out in him.