“Don't you ever walk out on me like that again!” he bit out.
“I'm a free agent and I can do exactly as I please!”
“You think so?” His mouth hardened with lust. “Well, in that case, so can I !”
Without warning, he pulled her right up against him—so close that she could feel every hard sinew of his body, which seemed to contrast against the softness of her own. A body that should have wanted to resist him, just as she was resisting his demand that she marry him. But it seemed that her body had other ideas. To her horror, she found herself wanting to sink against him. Into him.
Did he sense that? Was that why he gathered her closer still with a small moan of what sounded like his own surrender?
In the pale light, he tilted her face up. “Now, this is a time when the word want is appropriate. And you want me, Laura, just as I want you. Don’t ask me why, but I do,” he ground out as he drove his mouth down onto hers.