A Vow So Bold and Deadly (Cursebreakers, #3)

by Brigid Kemmerer

but his hands are suddenly on my waist, lighting a fire inside me. My back hits the cold frame of the window, making the panes rattle. I gasp in surprise, but he captures the sound with his mouth, his weight against me now, heavy and addictive. We’ve kissed before, but he seems closer than he’s ever been. His kisses have grown more insistent, more sure. More of a challenge than a question. My hands drift along the muscles of his arms to his shoulders, his chest, seeking skin but only finding so much leather, so many weapons. His fingers play at the edge of my belt, where I’m a little ticklish,