Title: THE MIGHTY QUINNS: DECLAN
And before Rachel could protest that they barely knew each other, that they were in a public place, that he was supposed to be protecting her, not kissing her, his mouth came down on hers. And she forgot everything else.
Her knees turned to jelly and she clutched his shirt in her hands just to remain upright. She hadn't kissed a man in a long time, but still, she hadn't remembered it being quite so wonderful. So intoxicating.
As he kissed her, his hands wandered over her body, skimming along her spine, smoothing across her hips. The light cotton fabric of her dress was thin enough that she could feel the heat of his palms. And when he bent to touch the bare skin of her thigh, a tiny moan escaped her throat and he suddenly stopped.
Declan stepped away from her. "I shouldn't have done that. You're a client."
Rachel frowned, then shook her head. "No. My boss, Trevor Ross, is your client. He's the one paying you, right?"
"That's good enough for me," Declan murmured just before taking her mouth in another searing kiss.