"Hook…Stop it. I can't do this. It isn't right."
He had you pinned to the wall of your dressing room, his sweat-glistening, muscled arms caging you in.
"What's not right about it?" His deep, smooth voice asked, as he moved in even closer against you. "You're attracted to me. I'm attracted to you. What's the big deal?"
"I'm old enough to be your mother!"
"So, you're a cougar. Who cares?"
"What would people say-"
"Who cares what people say?"
"Would you stop answering questions with questions? I'm being serious."
His face dipped down toward yours as his hand reached out, locked the knob on your dressing room door. "So am I." His face moved even closer. His messy brown hair brushed against your cheek. "One kiss. One kiss from me, little Mammina, and you'll be utterly hooked."
You gazed into his dark eyes while he stared into yours, his mouth set in his typical scowl. Your eyes settled on his mouth for just a moment. You quickly imagined what it would feel like on yours.
And you immediately knew you shouldn't have done that.
Because where you were fixing to go, there was no escape.
"Prove it. Kiss me."
The words were out before you could stop them. And then Hook closed the gap between your faces, his mouth claiming yours with no hesitancy. His strong arms went around you and pulled you closer to his chiseled frame.
Your arms went up and around his neck, one hand going to his face and urging it closer to yours. His tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with yours in a kiss that rivaled one of Sammy's and Tay's.
Thank goodness you were behind closed doors. Because the privacy…. Oh, you needed it.
And suddenly, Hook ended the kiss and unlocked the door, pulled it ajar and then looked you in the eye. "Ya want more, Mammina…" He said, heading out the door. "You know where to find me…"
