LUCAS
I don’t usually regret my decisions, but as I stood there, tasting the sweetness of her lips, I realized that this might be one of the few exceptions. Cily Tate was trouble.
She was the kind of trouble that crawls under your skin and stays there, and no matter how you try, or what you do, you can’t get rid of that trouble. But my God!
Cily Tate tasted good, and none of that mattered. I wanted that kind of trouble.
I craved it.
Her mouth was soft and tasted like mint. I pulled her in, and she moaned against my mouth. Even the sound of her moaning was delicious.
I shut the door behind her, pulling her into the house. She buried her fingers in my hair, and it was all I could do not to rip her clothes apart. I’d missed her, even if I’d never admit it out loud.
My hands slid to t
