“And you,” he murmurs once he’s back to his usual collected self. He leans forward and kisses me again. I can taste myself against his lips, and my core clenches at the memory of how incredibly talented his mouth is. He pulls away and continues, “Are exactly how I remembered.” He kisses me another time. “Perfect. I’ll meet you at your place? Or would you prefer a hotel?” “You can go again?” “Mia, I told you. I have a one-track mind, and I’m only getting started.” Well, okay then. I grin and peck his lips again. “My place, it is.”
