Chapter 19

The kiss was more of a promise, the kind made in the dead of night when the darkness coerced its occupants to whisper. Theo didn’t press for anything deep or hungry or even rushed, but the deliberate claim of her lips left her shaking, nonetheless. Nobody had kissed her except Quin in years. She hadn’t entertained the possibility. Now, for the first time in a very long period, her body quivered for more than a simple kiss.

The hand at her waist slid around her back. Theo pulled, and Annie yielded, and without any effort at all, she sat across his lap, her arms going around his neck in order to cling to him. His erection pressed into her bottom, but its long line didn’t alarm her. She knew—somehow—that he wouldn’t take the advantage until she was ready to give it.

That made their light caresses even more thrilling.

Theo lifted his head, his mouth glistening from the small sweeps her tongue had made over it. “Stay here tonight,” he said. “Let me hold you. You’ll see then.”