His long arm reached out, clutching her slender waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace. He pressed her against the wall, trapping her between the wall and his body, leaving her with no escape.
Sophie raised her head and saw the man's beautifully contoured jaw. Annoyed, she said, "Thomas Shannon, let me go."
"Are you ordering me?"
Thomas Shannon held her delicate chin with one hand. "I'm not one to enjoy being ordered around," he said gradually. "You'd better remember that."
"What if I don't?" Sophie challenged.
If she doesn't remember? That's easy enough to handle...
Thomas Shannon lifted her chin. He bent down, his scorching thin lips precisely capturing hers.
Pain shot through her. Sophie pressed both hands against his chest, continuously trying to push him away. "MMH... bastard..."
"Still have the strength to curse?" he murmured. "It seems I haven't pleasured you enough."
Thomas Shannon deepened the kiss.
Sophie raised her foot and stomped hard on his.
