It was like two waves, distinct and strong, crashing onto each other and mixing their liquids, becoming one, even though their separate bodies despised each other.
That was exactly what it was.
The energy exchange was immense. The surprising passion behind all of it. The fierceness that urged them to go on.
All of this happened the very moment Cheyenne's lips crashed against Darren's with a fierce intensity.
Her voluptuous body pressed into him like a storm unleashing its fury.
Darren didn't know what to think, and he barely had the time to. It all scooped him along like a ride he had no authority to accept or reject.
He just had to sit back and take it.
The game room seemed to have gotten dimmer, or maybe all the walls were compressing, squeezing into him in that tense moment.
The dim lights poured golden rays over the pool table, the green looked peaceful, but it was nothing like the uncontrollable heat building within him.
Building between them.
