“That’s three times you’ve stared at my mouth today,” he said with a smirk. “Asshole.” Zylah reached up on her toes, hands curling into his hair and pressed her mouth to his. She’d made her decision. And it was her choice, this kiss. Not his. But Raif didn’t hesitate; he pulled her to him, the hard muscle of his body pressed against hers as he kissed her back. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, eliciting a gasp from Zylah as his tongue swept in and their kiss quickened. Somehow, she’d backed up against the wall, not an inch of space between her body and Raif’s. Gods above.
