“I didn’t know whether to kiss or bite you, so I went with both.” His voice was gravelly, low and seductive. Half of me wanted to pull him back to me for a repeat performance, and the other said I should slap him to retain my dignity. “I hope you enjoyed it,” I replied, using a finger to wipe the corner of my mouth. “Because that’s the last time you’ll ever kiss me.” He pushed his forehead against mine, and I couldn’t stop a gasp from breaking free. “It won’t be the last time,” he said with wicked authority. “But next time, I’ll be better prepared.”
