He snatched her off the hood of the car so quickly that she didn’t think to use any of the defensive countermoves that were second nature to her. She was still blinking when his arms came around her, when one hand cupped firmly on the back of her head, fingers spread.

“What the hell do you think—?”

That was it. The words clicked off as completely as her brain the moment his mouth clamped over hers. She didn’t break away or shift her body to one side to toss him over her shoulder. She didn’t bring her knee up in a way that would have had him dropping to his and gasping. She simply stood there and let his lips grind her mind to mush.

He was sorry she’d pushed him beyond his own rules. Grabbing unwilling women was not on Sebastian’s list of things to do. And he was sorry—desperately sorry, because she didn’t taste the way he’d been certain she would. A woman with a personality like Mel’s should have had a vinegary flavor. She should have tasted prickly and tart.

Oh, but she was sweet.

It wasn’t sugar he thought of, or the kind of gooey candy that came wrapped in gold foil. It was honey, rich, thick, wild honey that you were compelled to lick off your finger. The kind that, even as a child, he’d never been able to resist.

When her lips opened for his, he dived in. Wanting more.

His hands weren’t soft. That was the first wayward thought that stumbled into her brain. They were hard and strong and just a little rough. She could feel those fingers pressed against the back of her neck. The skin there seemed to be on fire.

He pulled her closer, so that their bodies made one long shadow on the littered gravel. As sensations swarmed through her system, she threw her arms around him and gave him back desire for desire.

It was different now. She thought she heard him curse before he changed the angle of the kiss, his teeth scraping over her lips and nearly making her cry out from the bolt of pleasure. Her heart was beating in her head, echoing in her ears like a train picking up speed in a tunnel.

It would break through any moment, break out of the dark and into the light, and then she would—

“Hey!”

The shout didn’t even register. The movement of Sebastian’s lips on hers did, a movement that was at first her name, and then another oath.

“Hey!”

Sebastian heard the shout, and the crunch of footsteps on gravel. He could cheerfully have committed murder. He kept one arm around Mel’s waist and his hand firm on her neck as he turned his head and stared into a grizzled face under a Dodgers baseball cap.