Chapter Twelve
Arman takes a hungry step forward, and a rush of excitement blooms in the pit of my stomach. I want him so bad. He looks like a walking GQ ad in his expensive suit, and begging to be touched, and tasted, body. And I’m ready to lick and nibble my way across the broad shoulders and acreage of chest. Is adding another to my stable too many men? Do I care? No, I don’t. Still in my Wicked Widow mode, I’m still figuring out what that means for me.
He doesn’t hesitate to close the distance between us, to stalk toward me with sleek moves, every bit the predator to my prey. I take a step back then another until the desk presses against the back of my thighs and I’m trapped between this man and the warm scarred wood.
Arman’s mouth covers mine in a kiss with heat that could rival th
