JESSICA'S POV
The cold brick bit into my back through my thin shirt, a sharp contrast to the heat of Dominic's body pressing against mine. My heart was a wild, trapped thing pounding against my ribs, a frantic rhythm he could surely feel. His words from a moment before still hung in the air between us, a seductive, dangerous promise.
This is so much better than a cigarette, isn't it, little rebel?
His head lowered, his dark eyes fixed on my mouth, and every cell in my body screamed yes. My lips parted, a silent, willing surrender. I was ready for the crush of his mouth, the taste of his anger and his want.
But he didn't kiss me.
He stopped a breath away, a cruel, knowing smirk twisting his perfect lips. "You're practically shaking for it," he murmured, his voice a low, mocking rasp. "
