Chapter Fourteen

I flinch at his gentle contact, and I swear I can feel his lips curling against mine as he smiles.

I wish I could see it because it looked like a smirk, which lifted the sides of his lips and made the two dimples I hate appear, but then he moved his mouth along mine, slowly as if he was mapping the curve of my lips with his.

I froze, my heart feeling like a butterfly trapped as he traced my lips. Small vibrations hit every part of my body. I trembled as my hands curled up against his shirt.

What he did evoke memories of two years ago that were submerged in my mind and mu heart. Memories of two years that make the cells in my body live and miss his touch. His touch was barely a kiss, but by the gods, it shook me.

Then he tilted his head, increasing the pressure, deepening the kiss. Suddenly, everything changed.

This kiss—its rudeness—made me gasp for breath.

And then, he claimed my lips as if to stake a claim on my soul. He pulls my lower lip with his, urging my lips to part. Pant