Another fresh surge of warmth radiated through Levi as he felt the slight touch of Taryn's hand on his chest. This surge of feeling was the one that finally drove him over the edge. It felt as if a dam inside him had suddenly exploded. Suddenly coursing rapidly through Levi's body was an almost searing-hot feeling that was unfamiliar to him: passion. Surrendering entirely to the new tide of emotion, he acted on instinct. Levi's heart pounded as he kissed Taryn again, pressing his lips to hers with a renewed vigor. As if guided by a mind of its own, the arm he had wrapped around Taryn's waist moved. His hand slid slowly up to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up ever so slightly.