Kissing this stranger was the equivalent of putting one’s wet finger into an electrical socket. Every nerve ending in Venus’s body promptly jolted, and she gasped, opening her mouth to his advancing tongue. He probed delicately, with patience that contradicted his impatient, seemingly angry movements.
She let out a delicious sigh because that mouth. Oh God, but she’d been so right about his mouth and lips, but now that she’d experienced his tongue, suddenly her attention wasn’t quite as focused on his lips.
He tasted—and smelled—divine. Hot, woodsy badass male. What she’d imagined the wolves in her favourite werewolf romance books smelt like. And so yummy looking she couldn’t fathom that she was standing in his office while he was thoroughly kissing her in a way she’d never been kissed b
