Celeste was still trying to understand what he meant by those words, when his lips crashed against hers, locking her in a fierce and possessive kiss that left her stunned and breathless.
Lorenzo's left arm went around her waist and his right hand swept the dinner to the far end of the high table till it tethered on the edge of it.
He lifted her from the chair and placed her on the table, his lips still latched unto hers. Celeste was bewildered by the way her body automatically responded to his kiss with a familiarity that left her feeling vulnerable and flustered.
She should be shoving him away or slapping that arrogant grin off his face, not sitting here responding to his kiss, she mused.
Lorenzo had kissed her on different occasions and each had various reasons behind them, but each had been in a passionate way.