Chapter 20
"Missed me??" Zayed asked with the devilish smirk intact on his face
"What the hell are you..." she started to say but he cut her off, simply by taking her into his arms and covering her angry mouth with his.
His kiss was hot, sexy and so blatantly erotic there was nothing Ava could do but kiss him back.
Her her hands gripped the front of his shirt. His hands, which had been holding both sides of her face, moved down to pull her against him, to show her that he was just as affected by the kiss as she was.
By the time he lifted his head, Ava was clinging to him, her mind a jumble and her voice whimpering with need she'd thought she was ready to resist if he ever tried to kiss her again.
Ava pulled back just far enough, then with all of her might, she swung out, smacking him hard on his cheek.
Her hand stung from the impact and she could see the red imprint of her hand on his cheek but was unaware of the tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Get out!" she growled.