“Reed.” My head was tilted back, my hands raising to fist the lapels of his leather jacket as I brought him closer. “But, goddammit, I gave you too much.” He opened his mouth wider, a hot, wet trail coursing up the length of my throat until his lips were a millimeter away from mine. “I gave you power over me.” Then he closed the gap. A light kiss. Whisper-soft. He was giving me a taste, but I wanted a feast.
