"I am sorry." I finally mumble in dismay.
"Look at me!" He snaps, and my head shoots up straight and I look at him.
"J'aime les cheveux."
"What?"
"I love your hair, hun." He interpreters, his green eyes glittering in amusement.
My eyes furrow all the more at what he's saying, but before I know it, he walks from the window to where I am. Without warning, renders a deep, sensual kiss on my surprised lip and slips his hand around my waist. I want to rebel and tell him this can't keep happening. I swallow it all when his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip into my mouth. He hungrily deepens the kiss. I kiss back and my hand runs into his hair and tugs on it hastily, moaning loudly and carelessly as he lifts me onto the desk.
My brain goes blank as his lips caress my neck and I try to control my reaction to his assault, but that isn't so possible.