Page 37 of 7 Nights of Sin

She was wrong. It would change everything.

I leaned down, closing the distance between us, and then let my lips brush hers, light and soft to begin with, giving her ample room to kick me in the balls or whatever if she wanted me to get off of her.

A soft, ragged sound tore from her mouth, but then she was kissing me back. She rose up onto her toes and put a hand on my chest, not to push me away, but almost like she needed to be steadied.

Her mouth moved with mine, and I could taste the sharp, lingering flavor of the wine on her lips. On her tongue when I caressed it with my own, deepening the kiss.

She gasped into it, and I wondered how long it had been since someone had kissed her like she deserved to be kissed. Had savored her the way I wanted to.

I let go of her wrist and put my hand at the small of her back, feeling that dip again, tracing the muscles I'd seen just an hour or so ago.

My other hand slid into her hair, feeling the heavy softness of it, still a bit damp.

Caro moaned softly, and it was like fire rushing through my veins. She was so small and soft and perfect, but I also knew she could kick my ass if she wanted to. She was fire and strength in a small package, and it was so fucking attractive. Even more so than it had been six years ago.

I hauled her closer to me, groaning into the kiss as I deepened it further, my tongue sliding against her, sweeping through her mouth while she clung to me.

I couldn’t get enough, and I backed her against the sink, determined to only let her go when she made me.

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