Page 72 of My Vigilante Valentine

She glanced up as I looked down, and just like that—we were too close. Close enough that if I tilted my head just slightly…

I moved slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.

Giving her every chance to remember that this was supposed to be pretend.

That making this real could be dangerous, and getting close to me? It could get her killed.

She didn’t move away, though.

Instead, her gaze flicked to my mouth before meeting mine again, and the look in them was a green light I couldn’t ignore.

There waswantthere, yes, but also trust.

“Jax?” she breathed. And the way she said my name?

It unraveled me.

Reaching forward, I slid my hand along her jaw and drew her to me. The first brush of our lips was soft, but the moment she sighed against my mouth, something primal and possessive roared to life.

I angled her face to deepen the kiss, my other hand finding her waist, wishing she were closer—for more of her.

And then she melted, both hands coming up, her fingers splaying across my chest as she kissed me back with equal enthusiasm.

Her hands on my skin sent fire through my system, lighting up every corner of who I was like a torch in the dark.

And then, she slid her hands up to my shoulders, and in a move I never would’ve seen coming, she pushed me back against the fridge and trapped me there.

It was devastating in the best way, and I didn’t break the kiss, despite my shock. I just adjusted my hold so my arms were around her, pulling her closer in a steadying embrace.

But was I trying to anchor her, or myself?

“Am I hurting you?” she whispered against my lips.

Laughable.

Never.

Instead of answering, I reclaimed her mouth, this time fiercely enough to remove whatever ideas she had about me not being up for this.

And as I used my speed to turn us so she was the one pinned to the fridge, I knew without a doubt—the only thing making me weak at the moment washer.

I kept one hand on her hip as I raised the other to brace above her head, and when she gently tugged my bottom lip between her teeth?

I nearly lost what was left of my self-control.

This kiss was everything I’d tried not to want. Everything I’d told myself I couldn’t have or denied myself because getting close was a risk I couldn’t afford.

But it was happening. She was here.

And when she sighed into my mouth like she’d been waiting for it as long as I had?

My only coherent thought was that Luna Wilde officially scared me more than any villain ever could.

When we finally broke apart, I pressed my forehead against hers, completely unable to let her go. My hands found her face, thumbs tracing gently across her cheeks as I fought to breathe.

But as I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, the uncertainty I saw there caused my gut to twist. “Luna?”

She tucked her lips between her teeth and looked away.

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