Radd wanted to taste her. No, he needed to taste her. Just once so he could stop obsessing about whether Brin’s mouth was as sweet as he imagined.

Radd touched his lips to hers, aiming to keep his kiss light, chaste if he could. But a few seconds after their lips connected, she opened her lips and he couldn’t resist. He had to go on in. His tongue pushed past her teeth to slide against hers and she arched her back in that feminine, age-old silent way of asking for more.

Thoughts of resistance flew out of his brain. His hands found the bottom of her dress and he pulled it up so his hands could stroke the backs of her smooth thighs. He explored the valley of her lower back, the curve of her slim hip, her luscious butt. Pulling away from her mouth, he kissed his way up her jaw, down her neck, but Brin moved her hand from his chest back to his face, tipping his head so she could feast on his mouth again.

And feast she did. So much passion rested under her surfer-girl exterior and he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

He didn’t think he’d ever wanted anyone as much, or as fast, as he wanted Brinley Riddell. And for the first time in, well, forever, his reaction terrified him. Women never knocked him sideways. He refused to give them that much power. That Brin could was...

Bizarre. Unsettling.

And yes, completely unacceptable.