Without thinking—and that was probably good because if I’d thought about it, I never would have done it—I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Blake froze, and a current of warm electricity snaked through my body at the feel of his skin against my lips. He smelled like coffee and something woodsy and expensive, and for one dangerous moment, I wondered if he’d taste the same way. It was a thought I had to actively push aside to stay focused.
