“You make me mad. Why won’t you listen? Stay away from me,” he growled and took her mouth in a bruising, hot kiss. His tongue rasped against hers, and the inside of his mouth felt cool and dry. “You have the sense of a chicken. My teeth can shred your tongue, and you kiss me on the mouth.” Gemma blinked, dazed and off-balance. “I’d rather die happy from your kisses than not know your kisses at all.”
