Connor lowered himself closer, until our noses were nearly touching. His voice was low and dangerous as he asked, "Tell me, Livvy, how do you want me to help you?"
Our mingled breaths blurred all boundaries between us. The scent of him—pine and winter air—filled my senses, making my head spin even more.
Suddenly, summoning all my courage, I seized his collar and pulled him down into a kiss. I felt his ice-blue eyes widen in surprise; I could almost hear the last thread of his restraint snapping.
My lips were soft against his, the kiss unpracticed yet irresistible in its innocence. After a moment of shock, Connor took control, clasping the back of my head with one large hand while his other arm tightened around my waist, crushing me to his chest.
He deepened the kiss passionately, his m
