“He kissed me on the neck first,” I confessed. And Kai threaded his hand into my hair, taking the hint as he gently pulled my head back and out, his lips on my neck, slowly nibbling. I released a breath, closing my eyes. “I liked it when he did that.” “You know those boys . . .” he scolded, kissing and biting me up and down. “They like the sweets too much. You have to be stronger and resist.” “And if I like the sweets, too?” I moaned, feeling my skin tingle. “Was he the first man to touch you?” Father Kai asked. “Yeah.” He groaned.
