The next moment his hand was in her hair, tangling in her curls and fisting at her scalp in the exact same way he had earlier, grip insistent as he pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist and making an inescapable cage for her against his body. His lips crashed on hers, forceful, needy, demanding, nipping until she granted him entrance. She idly remembered in a daze that she’d once made him promise he’d never kiss her on the mouth. He’d broken that rule within minutes, but only once. Only that one time, in the classroom, when his lust had matched hers and he’s lost his senses.