I stand on the tips of my toes and press my mouth to his. It’s chaste compared to our earlier kisses, but it still makes my lips tingle, and my fingers itch to touch him. “How’s that?” Why do I sound breathy from an innocent kiss? He wets his bottom lip, dragging my attention right toward it. “Better than anything money could buy.” “Says the millionaire who already has everything he needs.” “Not everything,” he rasps.
