Magic slid over the back of my neck, like molten honey, sizzling pleasure on my skin. I gasped into his mouth. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not letting you go.” “I’m glad we cleared that up.” “Do you understand me, Nevada? I’m not walking away. I thought I could, but I can’t and I don’t want to.” I brushed his cheek with my fingertips. “What makes you think I would let you go?”
