I’m mortified when I glance down at my thighs.
He’s right.
I am parting my legs for him. Branding myself as “open for business” without realizing it. I dare hope he’ll spare me further humiliation, but, of course, it doesn’t end there.
“And because, if I were to kiss the shit out of you right now… you wouldn’t stop me.”
I should run.
Why am I not running?
“You forget that I hate you.”
He laughs a bitter laugh and whispers, “You forget that I can hear your breathing.”
Kill. Me. Now.
Again, he’s right.
He’s got me all hot and bothered.
“You’d let me kiss you, Gem. And what’s worse, you’d like it.”
I want to yank him to me and find out.
“You’re batshit crazy if you think I wouldn’t stop you.”
“Really?” Finn mocks.
For a fragment of a second, time stands still.
Until Finn strips everythingaway with three little words.
“Then stop me.”
His mouth descends over mine so fast and hard I lose all form of balance.
Finn wraps his arm around my waist before I fall, but my back still crashes against the wine rack behind me, the impact rattling the wine bottles like an earthquake.
I’ve imagined my first kiss many times before.
The perfect kiss with the perfect guy.
Prince Charming was supposed to be kind, caring, gentle. But the boy ravaging my mouth? The devil destroying each and every one of my expectations?
He’s everything but.
Finn is hungry, demanding, possessive in the way he claims my mouth, and I’m happy to let him lead, despite the ear-splitting alarms blaring in my head. I know it shouldn’t be him. He shouldn’t be my first kiss.
He’s not the guy I saw in my dreams.
And yet… when his tongue pries its way between my teeth and his hand circles my throat roughly, I want Prince Charming to fuck off so I can hold on to my villain a little while longer.
My knees almost cave in when I suck on his bottom lip, nibbling on it clumsily, and a primal groan tears from somewhere deep within his throat.
Tell him to stop.
What are you waiting for?