God, I mean that in so many ways.
“Even if I wanted to”—he thumbs the center of my bottom lip—“I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”I whisper, trembling.
He leans in until our faces are mere inches apart.“The same reason you can’t.”
His breath is warm.
He smells like cinnamon and spice.
My body quivers.
I am lost…lost to these feelings I don’t understand.Or feelings I don’t deserve.
“Kit—”
He doesn’t allow me to finish, however.Perhaps he’s afraid I will speak what we both know to be true.But at this moment, we ignore our misgivings, knowing that if we do this, there will be no turning back.
Whatever is brewing is fucking explosive.
It can destroy kingdoms.
God knows, Kit has already destroyed me.
But I don’t care…
“I’m going to kiss you.If you don’t want me to, you have three seconds to say so.”
“Kit—”
“One.”
“I-I…” But words have escaped me.
“Two.”
My cheeks heat for another reason.
I’m embarrassed.
“I want to…but I—” I lower my eyes, ashamed.
“You what?”His confusion is apparent.
“I-I don’t know how,” I confess, feeling juvenile and undesirable.
Kit’s mouth shapes into an “O” as understanding dawns on him.
He doesn’t judge.
He looks at me as if he wants both to protect and devour me.
And suddenly, I feel like the most desirable woman alive.
“Three…”
He smashes his lips to mine, robbing me of air.
