Just the feel of his lips caused inexplicable sparks. I was held completely by their roughness and the way they stayed still for me, allowing me to take the charge I needed.
Even though I wanted to stay longer, I freed his lips, exhaling a low air, my eyes still closed as I got drunk from that one simple taste of spice.
My lashes fluttered, and I opened my eyes and found him staring at me passionately. I could never get used to the way he looked at me, with so much softness like the cloud I wish I could touch with my hands.
"What was that for?" he asked in a low, husky tone, eyeing my moist lips before shifting to my olive green eyes.
"For doing as I requested. Sloane came to apologize."
"And?" he asked, as if sensing something was wrong.
I released his collar and went back on my heels. "I don't know, I thought I'd relish the feeling but..." I walked to the shelves, lining my fingers on every book.
"It doesn't feel revenge worthy."
