Allister was quiet for a while before a spark of frustration lit in his eyes. “I’ll be there tomorrow.” He hung up. Silence swept into the room. This was over. Disappointment . . . and something heavier flooded me. But then he dropped to his haunches in front of me, ran a hand across my cheek, and kissed me. Shock and warmth erupted in my chest. I moaned, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and climbed onto him until I sat on his thighs. He tasted so good, so addictive. And I savored every lick and dip, every press of our lips. He kissed me without any reservation, like he had a right to,
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