Heat of Passion by Elle Kennedy Page A

first car free of other people, she was finally, finally, back in his arms.
    His kiss almost stopped her heart. And when it finally began to beat again, when she finally realized she’d pass out if she didn’t force air into her lungs and blood into her arteries, it was to an unsteady, uneven rhythm.

    He didn’t just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his whole body, melding her against him, into him, making them one. As his tongue stole between her lips, scorching her mouth, she swore she saw stars.
    She was wrapped in his arms, exactly where she wanted to be. Exactly where she belonged.
    For the second time that evening, he placed his hand on her lower back. This time though, there was nothing subtle about his touch. He curved her hips into his, and her world stood still. He was hard. His erection pressed against her lower belly, burning through her dress.
    The impact was electric. Her breasts tightened and sparks ignited between her legs.
    She moaned into his mouth.
    He pulled his face away to stare at her. His eyes, though flecked with gold, were so dark they were bottomless pools of desire. He tried to speak, tried to say something, but couldn’t. Instead he took her mouth again in a kiss so carnal, so spicy, her knees threatened to give in.
    When the lift opened to empty them on Tyler’s floor, he refused to break contact. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her effortlessly down the corridor.
    Though her hands shook, she fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, starting at the top and making her way slowly down. With each button that popped open, she nuzzled into his chest, kissing the exposed flesh. The flesh she’d loved so well. So thoroughly.
    The third button revealed a nipple, small, and masculine, and hard. She placed her lips around it and sucked gently.
    “Katie,” he rasped.
    He’d stopped walking and now stood beside a door.
    “Is this your room?” Forget throaty. Her voice was almost nonexistent. God, she needed him so bad. Needed to fill the emptiness in her loins.
    “Yes…” His voice broke as she ran her tongue over the hard nipple a second time.
    “Open the door. Now. I need to feel you moving inside me.” Only Ty could give her what she needed. Only Tyler.

    How he managed to rummage around in his pocket, remove his key card and get the door open, was beyond her—but then most everything was beyond her at that moment.
    The only thing she could comprehend was her fierce need to consume Tyler Bonnard, whole.
    Her body was made of liquid heat. When Tyler set her on her feet, inched the strap of her dress over her shoulder, exposing her breast, and took her nipple in his mouth, she swore she saw steam smoldering between her flesh and his lips.
    The impact of his mouth on her nipple was dizzying. The world spun. The sun dipped and rose. Her head dropped back, and she moaned. Only Tyler. He was the only man who ever made her feel like this.
    And then her mobile phone rang. The sound shrill and invasive.
    She froze.
    “Ignore it,” Tyler growled as he grazed her breast with his teeth.
    She couldn’t.
    “It’ll stop in a minute.” He slipped the second strap over her shoulder, revealing her other breast. As his hot lips covered her nipple, she listened to the persistent trill of the phone.
    Until it stopped.
    She relaxed and brought her attention back to Tyler. Her breasts were cupped in his hands. His mouth was an inch away from hers.
    “Sweet, sweet Katie. I never forgot you. Never forgot this.” His lids were hooded and his voice low. “I never for one minute stopped loving you.” It was impossible to tell who kissed whom, but their mouths joined together again, and Katie’s toes curled from the pleasure his lips gave her.
    Tyler still loved her.
    “I am so sorry I left you, so sorry I caused you pain. It was the last thing I wanted.
    Ever.”
    She ran her hand over his hip. Slid her fingers along the hard length of his cock. He jerked into her touch, filling her palm and