Page 91 of Stolen Kiss

That took away some of her annoyance. “What?”

“Kiss me, baby.” I cupped my hand at the back of her head, but not pulling her any closer. “I’m not going to kiss you,” I said. “Everything we do or don’t do is entirely up to you. So either you beg me to kiss you, or you—”

I didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence.

She kissed me.

Time slowed to a crawl before all but disappearing, becoming nothing more than inconsequential numbers on the clock. It was just me and her on this bed.

I held her steady against me, and I let her control the kiss however she needed. It wasn’t like me to give up control of any kind, but for her, I would.

I would put her in charge.

She could be captain, and I’d be her first mate.

She could sail the ship into rocks, and I’d still plunge headfirst into the wreckage without an ounce of regret.

I’d let her ruin me.

“Emilia,” I said when she pulled away. She was breathing hard against me.

“Jensen.”

She kissed me again.

And again.

And again…

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