Chapter 7

Sarah

I slap my palm against his muscular chest before he enters me. "Please wait," I plead meekly.

"Wait? What for? Are you trying to stall again? His deep blue eyes glare at me suspiciously.

"While you...um...enter me, I want you to kiss me again like you did in that store," I say in an almost pleading voice.

"What?" He looks at me like I am speaking a foreign language.

"I'd never been kissed like that before, and it was...nice," I say. If he kisses me, at least I can pretend to feel like he likes me.

Sad, I know.

Vincent's eyebrows furrow as he considers my request, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of confusion and something else I can't quite decode. After a moment's hesitation, he lets out a deep sigh and leans closer, his warm breath ghosting over my lips.

"Fine," he mutters, his voice gruff with annoyance. "But don't get any ideas, princess. It's just a damn kiss."

My heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine. The touch is nothin