The mansion doors had barely closed behind them when the tension snapped.
Faith stormed up the stairs, her black gown swishing around her legs, heart still racing from the summit and that possessive kiss in the car. Ronan followed like a predator, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. She could feel his eyes burning into her back the entire way.
She reached the master bedroom and tried to shut the door, but his large hand slammed against it, pushing it open. He stepped inside, filling the space with his massive frame. The door clicked shut behind him. Locked.
“Ronan—” she started, turning to face him.
He was on her in an instant.
His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding, picking up right where the car had left off. This wasn’t the angry kiss from last night. This was pure fi
