Antonio reached her in three powerful strides. Before she could even blink, he spun her around, her back hitting the door with a soft thud. His lips were on hers a second later, fast and rough, stealing her breath. Her hands flew up, as if she was going to push him away, but he quickly pinned them both above her head on the door, kissing her harder and faster until her head was spinning.
She didn't fight him off, not like she thought she would. She just let him take over, kiss her, do whatever. And she had no clue why her words weren't working, weren't having their usual effect. She was going back on everything she said, being totally irrational again.
Antonio finally pulled away, and she saw it: the raw hunger, the desperation in his eyes. This wasn't just flirting. This wasn't his usua
