“You bite me again, wicked girl, and I’ll bite back," he declares gruffly, a dare as much as a promise, then kisses the corner of my mouth. "And then we‘ll both be in trouble tonight.”
I kiss him shortly, smiling into it, then brush my nose against his and give him my own fiercely blazing and wicked look before murmuring against his lips, “Then I guess it's a good thing that trouble's always kinda been my thing....besides, I’ve decided that not all trouble is bad."
He growls and crushes his lips against mine. When he pulls away, we’re both panting, our eyes glazed and foggy with desire. “We’re never going to make it past this front yard if we don‘t stop.” I open my mouth but he places his finger over my lips. “Before you say anything, consider how fast it will have me taking you back up
