““She pulled back. A knot of hot anger burned. “You said you wanted all of me.” She started to slide off his lap. His hand shot out and grasped her wrist. “Still do,” he rumbled. “Said I wouldn’t kiss you until you asked. You haven’t asked.” Anger quickly gave way to a fiery burst of gratification. “I’m not asking.” She moved back to sit astride him. “I’m telling you. Kiss me.” “Damn right I will,” he growled, and then he cupped the back of her neck with one broad, callused hand, urging her close.””
