" I don't give my secrets away for free." He slid one hand around her waist, pulling her close.
Zara melted against him, hands sliding up and over his shoulders. "Will you tell me for a kiss?"
"Possibly." He drew his finger down, following the edge of her top where it dipped low between her breasts. Her skin was soft, her perfume so lush and sensual it clouded his senses.
She leaned up, feathered kisses along his jaw. "Can it be now?"
He meant to give her a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, testing the waters to see if she truly wanted to come on this ride with him. But the moment their lips met, something snapped inside him. Four days of longing and fantasies. A lifetime of loneliness. A need so fierce, he twisted his hand in her hair and claimed her mouth in a fury of passion and desire.
Zara groaned and melted against him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, taste the sweetness of chocolate in her mouth. Never comfortable with public displays of affection, he didn't care if the entire world saw them so long as she kept kissing him and never stopped. "

― Sara Desai , The Singles Table (Marriage Game, #3)