This kiss was savage.
It was a wildfire, raging out of control.
Faye Vaughn was pinned to the sofa, her breathing ragged.
Her body was still weak, but refusing to be outdone, she flipped over, straddled Wyatt Hawthorne, and fiercely kissed his thin lips.
Her breath traveled downward, ghosting over his Adam's apple before she planted a defiant kiss on it.
Wyatt Hawthorne's Adam's apple bobbed. "Is that all you've got?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.
Annoyed, Faye Vaughn bit his collarbone. "I learned everything I know from you. If you have a problem, blame the teacher for not being good enough."
Wyatt Hawthorne let out a choked gasp. "I'm not good enough?"
Faye Vaughn's bites trailed lower. "You're just not."
Wyatt Hawthorne's hand squeezed her waist hard. "Say that one more time, and you're not going anywhere today."
Faye Vaughn ignored him, continuing to wreak havoc on his body.
Wyatt Hawthorne's breathing grew heavier, thick with restrained desire.
