Moonstruck. Джулия Кеннер

I should just kiss you good-night at the door, then.”

      She heard the tease in his voice and rose to the challenge. Reaching up, she hooked her arm around his neck, then pulled his head down to hers. With her other hand, she cupped his rear, easing him toward her until their bodies meshed and she could feel the hard length of him pressed against her, straining beneath the tight denim of his jeans. A wave of feminine power surged through her, and she lifted herself up on her toes, letting her body press up hard against his, and positioning her lips so that they just brushed his ear.

      “Don’t you dare,” she whispered. “I want you in my bed, Ty. And the sooner, the better.”