I vaguely heard the door slam as he kicked it shut, just before his lips came down hard on mine. They were hot and angry, but then there was a sweet apology in his touch as he trailed his fingers across my wrist. “Am I always going to be chasing you across the world, Viv?”
“If you tell me you’re coming, I’ll wait for you.”
“Good God.” He kissed me again. “We need to talk.”
“Oh no you don’t.” I wrapped my legs around his waist; my heart was still pounding out an adrenaline-fueled staccato, but I was suddenly very happily aware that I was wearing only my bra and panties. “You don’t get to start something like this and then pull the old ‘we need to talk’ bit on me.”
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