Torch (Take It Off, #1)

by Cambria Hebert

I divided my glance between the bag and the man who brought it. He must never shave. Either that or he was secretly a werewolf who grew facial hair at the speed of light.

It was that last kiss. The one he pressed to my forehead. Because a guy who only thought about passion, a guy who only thought about satisfying a need, didn’t display that kind of tenderness. And that kiss was nothing if not tender. It may have also been my undoing.

I didn’t lift my mouth from his; I didn’t come up for air. I didn’t need oxygen; I needed him more.

“Have you ever wanted something so badly that you could barely see?” I whispered. “Every single day since you walked into this house.”