The door clicked shut, sealing them in the guest room.
One moment, Beatrix was the world's idol, a goddess of grace and composure. The next, her composure shattered as Jax's mouth crashed down on hers.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claim. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on her lips and stealing her breath.
A low, helpless moan vibrated in her throat. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at his chest, now clutched his shirt, pulling him closer.
While she was still hesitating, his hands went to the zipper of her elegant gown. He pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. The expensive fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
She stood before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties, her skin pebbling in the cool air. "Jax, wait... the kids... the party..." she tried again, her protest weak.
