~Arden's POV~
I bit down hard on my lips, sucking the blood off before sliding into the car.
That crazy girl had the nerve to bite me.
I scoffed. Pausing for a second.
I was particular about the women I bed. If I happened to indulge in any activity with a woman, it would be the finest of them all and not that pigeon.
Why did I kiss her?
Why wouldn't I?
She was busy running her mouth trying to fight me, talking back at me like that, running those… those lips.
I paused. The memory of how that little thing talked back at me…
What an audacity.
I couldn’t help it. Not with how soft and tempting those lips of hers were—like a forbidden fruit begging to be tasted. Or taught a lesson.
I drew a sharp breath. “This is not good,” I muttered.
“What did you say, Don?” The driver asked, snap
