His lips crashed into hers, and even though her mind was screaming, her skin remembered—the one night that man had made her feel alive. That same kiss had been her undoing once.

Still, she kept her lips tightly closed. But her traitorous body shivered when Grayson's tongue brushed her bottom lip.

His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Her knees were shaking, and every part of her betrayed her, aching for the familiar heat of Grayson's touch. But her pride—her pride was stronger.

With a sharp push, she shoved him back. Her hand slapped across his cheek, echoing through the room.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she hissed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You think you can kiss me whenever the hell you want?"

Grayson reached up and touched his reddened cheek. His eyes burned with a mix of pain and barely contained rage, yet a bitter smile curled his lips. His fingers brushed her neck, where she kept her wedding ring on a hidden cha