63 It's A Dangerous Game

A crash sounded across the hallway, the clang of a metal at the same moment he grasped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers. The man kissed her then and there, her soft lips met his and the scent of her hair filled his senses. Soft, moist and warm lips—a sensation that took control for a moment.

His thumb grazed over her skin, chilly to the touch with the air from outside. And yet he didn't stop, neither did she pull away—she had initially frozen for a moment, eyes widening and staring back at him. Until her fingers reached out tentatively and tugged at his hair. Her dark eyes finally shutting as a sound emerged from her lips, what might have been a small hum.

But not one of them spoke a word.