War parts my lips with his own, and suddenly his tongue is pressing against mine. His body feels like sin, but he tastes like heaven. My hands move back into that soft hair of his, and my core is on fire. If this is what his kiss does to me, I can’t imagine what everything else would feel like. I don’t know who ends the kiss, but eventually our lips part. I stagger out of War’s arms. Now I’m the one who’s gobsmacked. I stare at his mouth. My God, I’ve never so badly wanted someone I disliked. But then again, here’s another side of War I’m only beginning to see—the reckless, passionate warlord.
