Chapter Eighteen: Fragile Bond

"Hi, babe." Nora planted her hand softly over Canaan's shoulders and bent over the chair to press her mouth to his. Canaan paused his fingers over his keyboard and tilted his head back to kiss her. Nora's chick, short raven hair, fell to one side of her face as she hovered over Canaan. Their lips melded, and Nora moaned in satisfaction, dipping her tongue into Canaan's mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair and cupped his jaw, trailing soft caresses from his jawline to his neck and defined pectorals. Canaan stopped her hand before she could move them lower. He knew what she wanted. He had allowed the kiss to extend over that period in an attempt to find a spark that rivalled the passion he felt in his kiss with Layla. But there was nothing. It was the usual warm-blooded male reaction to a female's touch. Only his arousal had thickened, his heart hadn't pulsed, leaped, or raced from the kiss. Canaan expected more. He wanted that spark, but it had been confirmed that she wa