His teeth grazed along her throat to the other side of her neck. He kept a firm grip on her waist. With his other hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair. He tugged her hair softly so that her head tipped back even farther.

"Bentley," Sara breathed. She squeezed her eyes shut.

His breath came out in loud, erratic gasps. He tightened his grip on her waist, letting his fingers slide along her bare back.

He pulled his fingers from her hair. And then wrapped them around her throat. He squeezed ever so gently.

Sara's eyes fluttered open. She gazed up at him. She felt his hand clench more firmly around her neck. The slight choking sensation caused her mouth to open and her head to tip even farther back.

Bentley slid his other hand along her leg, wrapping it around his hips. With one of his hands around her leg and the other around her throat, he pressed his body hard against hers.

Then he dropped his head and jammed his tongue deep inside her open mouth.

Sara relaxed helplessly into his arms. She felt his hand leave her throat and grip her firmly from behind. He skillfully pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

His lips were so soft. And so gentle. She sensed a hunger within him. He was like a wild animal caged that had now found freedom. His tongue explored inside her mouth as he held her body up against his.

He pulled back and dipped his head down to her chest. His tongue ran along her sensitive skin, up her neck. "You taste...amazing," he murmured. His fingers pressed into her hips. He lifted her chin, tilting her mouth towards his. His lips gingerly brushed hers. His tender tongue slid, again, inside her mouth. His soft, panting gasps threatened to split her soul in two.

Sara sighed. Her fingers tangled in his soft, silky hair. She'd longed to know what his hair felt like. And the pleasurable taste of his lips.

She kissed him feverishly, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth, and how protected she felt in his arms.

She squeezed him closer to her, letting her hands roam across his broad chest and shoulders.

Bentley suddenly pulled his lips away from hers. He gripped her by the chin and stared longingly into her eyes.

As she gazed up at him, she saw what seemed to be fear, mixed with lust.

"I...I have to...go," he said. He stepped back, away from her. The air now felt cold where he had stood.

"Don't go," Sara whispered. "Please stay. Just a little while longer."

Bentley didn't answer. He flung his shirt over his shoulder and quickly scooped up the pieces of broken glass out of the sink, using his bare hands. He threw the shards into the trash.

Without another word, he left the room.

Sara stood frozen by the counter. When she heard the front door slam, she sprang into action. Hurrying across the kitchen in her heels, and back towards the foyer, she flung open the front door.

She was just in time to see the glowing purple sports car tear away down the street. Its tires screaming against the pavement.