Chapter 34

• AS JASON slowly moved his lips over hers, he waited for the protest that never came. She tasted of saltines and wonderful enchantment. But not affection. Never affection. There was too much heat. Too much longing. When she drew closer and drove her long fingers into his hair, he groaned.
• He broke free long enough to sweep off the contents on the table to one side, mistakenly knocking the bottle of champagne down. Not caring that the wine was spilling on the floor, he hauled her right on top of the table.
• Before she could catch her breath, his lips captured hers again with an even hungrier intensity. With the tip of his tongue, he explored and delved into the tender interior until she was pushing back against his lean, hard body in a helpless gasping response.