190 Troublemaker

Roxana couldn't resist the pull of those dark midnight eyes. She didn't know if it was him or her leaning closer. A small voice in the back of her mind resisted but it wasn't strong enough to make her stop. She had dreamed of what it would feel like to have him kiss her but nothing could prepare her for such a kiss. With a touch of his lips, he stole her breath away. 

His lips felt like everything she had imagined and much more. Softer than feathers, sweeter than delicacies, and hotter than flames. His mouth was addictive and demanding, sending a tremor of heat to her core. She leaned into him and his hand slid to the back of her head, pulling her closer, pressing his lips harder against hers. Her hold on his shirt tightened at the tug of his lips which made her legs weak and wobbly. 

No, she thought weakly. She was a man to him. He thought he was kissing a man. She couldn't do this to him.