“Wh-what are you doing?” I stutter. “Kissing you,” he replies, his voice deep. “Why?” I choke out. He pauses, his breath hot as it wafts over my wrist, his eyes gazing up at me from under his lashes. “Because you deserve to be kissed.” My heart catapults, smashing any restraint I had on the way down. I yank my arm free and grab his face, pulling until the top half of his body hovers in front of mine, my hands framing his jaw. His free hand comes up, his thumb pressing firmly against my bottom lip. “I plan to kiss every part of you, little bird.”
