I wonder what it would be like if his mouth met mine. Demanding? Gentle? Soft and slow? Demanding, probably. Theo seems like a man who takes what he wants and leaves nothing behind. And I think right now, buried under that threat, he might want to take me. Holy hell. I inhale a jagged breath. “Maybe I like trouble,” I whisper back. His mouth curls up, a braggadocious smile in place. “Noted.”
