Passion Interrupted

I couldn't wait another second. Closing what little distance remained between us, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Adrian's. The kiss started tentatively—a question, a test—but the moment he responded, everything changed.

His mouth claimed mine with fierce possession, his tongue seeking entrance I eagerly granted. His hands moved from my hips to cup my face, angling my head to deepen our connection. I moaned against his lips, my body melting into his.

"Seraphina," he breathed against my mouth, the sound of my name so reverent it made my knees weak.

In one smooth motion, Adrian swept his arm across his desk, sending papers and folders cascading to the floor. I gasped, surprised by the uncharacteristic display from a man who seemed to prize control above all else.

"I need you now," he growled, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of the desk. "Right here."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Then take me."