“Good girl.” He pulled my face toward him and kissed my forehead again, then paused as he looked down at me. My eyes lingered on his mouth, on those lips that could let loose such threatening words but in such a gentle voice. I wondered what they tasted like… I stood on my tiptoes, and brought my mouth to his. His lips were soft but demanding, minty and masculine - he utterly devoured me the moment I let him.
