"Jealousy looks good on you, Langford," I whispered teasingly.
Before I could even process the movement, his hands were on my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the kitchen island. I let out a tiny, playful yelp.
My dress rode up my thighs from the movement and he moved closer. I wasn’t sure who moved first, I didn't care, but suddenly our lips collided, hot and desperate.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel the weight of him. He groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to the hem of my dress.
"Still think it’s none of my business?" he murmured against my lips.
I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers tightening slightly in his shirt. "Maybe."
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him more room. His ha
