His hands are on my ass, squeezing as our mouths move against each other in that familiar, intoxicating kiss that still makes me weak in the knees. It annoys me, how I can't resist him, how one look from him earlier had nearly made me forget my anger and run to him, like I always do, like I always want to do.
But I shouldn't even be kissing him right now. I should be demanding promises, assurances that he'll never use Jayden like that again. He's always so damn cunning. I raise my fist and punch him in the chest as we kiss. He lets out a grunt and breaks away from my lips, one eyebrow lifted.
"What was that for?"
As usual, he looks good enough to eat. I grab his lapel and drag him back to my lips, moaning as soon as his tongue meets mine. I fist the back of his hair painfully, and he ch
