Page 34 of The Devastation You Reap

"Do you?" he whispers and I nod despite the fact I've no freaking clue what I'm agreeing to.

I blame the half a glass of champagne I've consumed.

His hand wraps around the side of my neck. His touch is at odds with how he held me Sunday night, and even earlier when he pinned me against the wall. But despite the lightness to it, it ignites something within me, something intense, something that I've never felt before.

His eyes hold mine as he leans in toward me.

Time stands still.

I stop breathing.

Until it all comes out in a rush when his lips brush mine.

"Tell me no, Red," he breathes. His lips gently caressing mine with each word.

"I-I can't," I whisper so quietly I don't think he's heard it.

But then a second passes and I realize that he did because his grip on my neck tightens and his lips press against mine with much less hesitancy.

Oh God.

He keeps it innocent for long seconds, kissing me gently, nipping at my bottom lip until he finally loses his fight with his restraint because his tongue sneaks out and teases my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth the second I open for him.

"Macie," he moans, tilting my head exactly as he wants it and plunges his tongue into my mouth, searching for mine which is more than willing to join in.

Our kiss goes on and on, and I totally lose myself to the feel of it, to the sparks that shoot off around my body from his simple hold on my neck and the brush of his tongue against mine alone.

A tight ball of desire forms in my lower belly making me want things I never really thought about before. Images of this going further pop into my mind, and it takes me a while to realize that it doesn't freak me out. Part of me wants him to push, just to see how I'd react. He might have been right earlier about making me a little bad. Because right now, I feel wild and I know it's all because of him.

When he brings the kiss to an end, it's entirely too soon.

Dragging his lips away, he rests his brow against mine, and after a few seconds, he opens his eyes.

The green is so dark, cloaked with desire and need and it makes everything south of my stomach clench.

I did that.

I caused that.

"I should get you back."

"B-back?"

"Yeah, it's getting late."

He pulls back and the space allows a little reality to slip back in.

"Y-yeah, I guess it is."

My cheeks burn as he watches me ensuring that all the things I was thinking about while he kissed me never really leave my head.

"What are you thinking about, Red?" he asks.

Mindlessly, I lift my fingers to my lips.

"You."

The smile that curls at the sides of his lips makes me want to crawl onto his lap and allow him to make me as bad as he wants. But I swallow my inner wild child down knowing that nothing good will come from her rearing her head.