His smile downright predatory, Joss closed the distance between them. Heather was happy for the lunch counter, but he acted as if it didn’t even exist. He leaned across it, wrapped a hand under her ponytail and pulled her head toward his.
“You ever hear the term ‘scared straight’?”
Then he slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue drilling past her shocked gasp. He half pulled her from her seat, drawing her closer, demanding possession of her mouth, of her will, of her soul….
Oh yeah, she’d lied. She was innocent, and he was anything but. With every stroke of his tongue, every skilled caress of his hands, which had found their way under her clothing to her skin, the very force of his will demanded a carnal response unlike anything she’d ever known.
It was primal.