Without even saying a word of greeting, Cai grabbed my arm and slid his other hand around the back of my head. At a speed that was too fast to react to, he presses my back hard against the door and lets out a threatening growl. I yelled in surprise, but he swallowed the sound with a kiss so violently passionate it bordered between pain and pleasure. He crowded me with his body, leaving me trapped between him and the door, and kissed me so fiercely that I could barely breathe.
I was angry, or at least I thought I was, but he didn’t even allow me the time to think. He worked his lips against mine as if he needed me in order to survive, giving me just enough time to gasp a breath before kissing me fiercely again. It was demanding, furious, possessive, and my mind swirled at the implications.
