Her lips slanted over mine, and for the first time in my entire existence, I froze. Her kiss was light, tantalizing—and everything I never knew I had been missing. She pulled back and looked up at me, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. A slow, mischievous smile curved her lips. “You still have witch breath.” Something snapped in me, and I was afraid it was my self-control. Desire coiled and burned in me, and I let it. “Then fix it,” I dared, throwing down the challenge.
Finally
