She expected annoyance, tolerance, perhaps even a distant amusement. She hadn't expected his reaction. His arms closed around her like a vice, pulling her tightly up against him. And she didn't have time to kiss him--the touch of her mouth against his seemed to ignite a firestorm. She could feel him through every inch of her body, the lean, deceptively strong body beneath the suit, the heat and lure of muscle and sinew, the sheer intensity of him. She felt as if she were being absorbed into a maelstrom, and all she could do was hold onto him as he kissed her, he kissed her, using his tongue, kissing her with a thoroughness she'd never experienced.