Matthew Saxon touched his smooth chin, his thin lips curling up as his hand reached her neck, pulling her head down gently before locking her lips in a tender kiss.
When he released Scarlett Yates, she appeared dazed, her cheeks flushed a deep red, stirring a warmth in Matthew's throat, making him want to take her right then and there.
But time was running short…
Matthew gazed at her shy demeanor, thinking secretly that when he returned, he would definitely not let her slip away again.
He was afraid, with all the patience he was practicing, that it might develop into some ailment.
After all, with a fire burning inside for months without release, it was bound to cause trouble sooner or later.
