“Elizabeth?”
Rushing out, she saw a furious and somewhat frightened Chris.
“What—”
He crossed the room in three long, determined strides and backed her up against a wall. A moment of panic registered before her brain kicked in again. Chris. Not Jared. She felt small pressed up against him like this, felt every muscle in his body against hers, but the fear wasn’t there. And then she couldn’t think anymore as Chris took her head in his hands, tilted it upward, and kissed her.
This was so unlike the kiss they’d shared previously. Before it had been soft and gentle, providing comfort. This kiss—this kiss had nothing to do with comfort. There was an edge to it. She could feel his anxiety seeping through the kiss itself.
Pushing away to hold her at arm’s length, but not relinquishing his grip on her, he said, “What are you doing down here?”
She was so disconcerted from the kiss that it took her a moment to get her thoughts together. Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers again.
His lips were just as possessive as they had been before, but this time his hands roamed down her arms and back. Chris’ touch sent heat through her body, and she felt almost dizzy from the sensation.
She didn’t want to lose the feeling. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around his neck. Suddenly Chris’ body relaxed against hers, and he deepened the kiss as his hands continued to explore.
