MINA
His hand was still at the back of my neck when his lips moved again. His tongue slipped into my mouth like it had every right in the world to be there. When the realization dawned on me, I pulled back hard.
I stumbled away from the bed, making me nearly trip over the chair, my heart hammering against my chest. I scrambled to the far end of the room and spun around to face him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
“You’re supposed to be knocked out cold,” I snapped. “Tessa said you’re still recovering.”
He looked far too pleased for someone who’d nearly died hours ago. He was propped slightly against the pillows as he gave me a lazy, crooked smile.
“Nothing beats the power of your lips,” he said hoarsely.
I closed my eyes in frustration, dragging in a long breath through m
