His mouth was nothing like I had imagined.For two years I had pictured it hard and cold, like the rest of him. It was warm. It was slow, so patient that my chest ached. He tasted of spearmint, with coffee underneath, maybe whiskey. When he caught my bottom lip between his teeth, a shiver ran down my spine."Breathe, Noor," he murmured against my lips.I had forgotten how. I pulled in a shaky breath, and he made a low sound in his throat, pleased that I needed the reminder.His hands slid under me. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing, my legs locking around his waist before my brain could vote on it. He carried me across the room, lowered me to the bed, the mattress dipping under his knee. Lamplight turned the room gold. Anders Brandvold hovered above me, breathing hard, dark hair falling across his forehead. He always kept it so neat. Knowing my hands had messed it up made my heart stumble."Last chance," he said, his voice rough. "Tell me to stop, I stop.""If you stop, I'll kill y
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