“One day, you’re going to be honest with me, Cadence Cooper.” “Why should I?” He closes the distance between us and kisses me. His tongue practically burns as it slides between my lips, making room for all the lashing, uncontrollable emotions he sparks to life. Fire races through my belly, making my sore insides demand more. Demand everything. Dutch eases back just enough to whisper over my lips, “Because you and me, we’re—” “Damaged?” His fingers trace my lips. “Inevitable.”
