The desk was hard and completely unyielding beneath Delaney. But she barely noticed the solid wood. Her entire world was entirely consumed by the man standing between her parted knees.
Rowan's mouth was hot and incredibly demanding. He kissed her deeply, taking her breath away, leaving her completely dizzy.
Delaney gripped the smooth edge of the desk for dear life. Her knuckles turned white as she tried to anchor herself in the sudden, spinning storm of their passion.
He broke the kiss on her lips, trailing his warm, open mouth down the line of her jaw.
Rowan moved lower. He pressed his face against the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. He breathed in the sweet scent of her skin, letting out a low, rough groan. He opened his mouth and gently nibbled on the curve of her neck, right below her ear.
A sharp, electric thrill shot straight down Delaney's spine. She threw her head back, exposing more of her throat to him. But a small, practical part of her mind tried to speak.
