Good Guy (Rookie Rebels, #1)

by Kate Meader

“I keep thinking about how you taste.”

“How did I taste?” Wrong question! “Sweet. Hot.” His inhale sounded labored. “My end.” My God. “Levi …” She looked up, meeting his gaze at last. It was only a kiss. Why was it imbued with all this significance?

“Why would I taste like … your end?” “After that kiss, I brushed my teeth, sloshed with mouthwash, tried to gargle you away. But it was like your scent was in my pores and on my sheets, embedded in my pillow. Woke up the next day as hard as granite.”

“Is my hard-on interfering with your ability to ask questions?”

“Woman, you are killing me.” “Let’s die together.”