Ian leaned down, slowly but without hesitation, and set his mouth over mine. His lips were softer than I'd expected — if I'd thought about it. Which I hadn't. Soft. Warm. Coaxing. My lips parted automatically, and my breath whooshed out, mingling with his, as his tongue delicately teased at the tip of mine. This was not how Ian Armitage, badass alpha dickhead, was supposed to kiss. It should've been rough, and careless, and selfish, not this sweet tease.
