Why was he so upset? Had it been a bad kiss? Had I disappointed him? Clearly, Sam was having regrets. My heart was racing like a rabbit, and my mind was worse. “Fuck,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The only warning I got before he ended the kiss was a slight tightening of his fingers on my neck before he let me go and gently pushed me away from him.

He was a darned good kisser, and I was going to drink in this experience as much as he would let me so I could replay it later like a favorite video clip on my phone. The last thing I needed was to develop a crush on a guy who was going to breeze right back out of town as soon as the weather turned.īut that didn’t mean I was going to end this kiss, because… well, I wasn’t stupid. It was a dangerous combination, dangerous for me anyway. Strong and possessive, but gentle and sweet at the same time. I stood on tiptoes even though I really wanted to climb his body and wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers and thumb tilted my jaw in whatever angle he wanted while he took complete ownership of my mouth. One of his giant hands spread across the middle of my lower back, and the other one held the front of my throat.

Regardless of what my brain would have chosen, had it been given a vote, I was at Sam’s mercy. Then… then there were lots and lots of seconds where I didn’t think much of anything.

Why? Why was he doing it? And, like… why?

Sweet as Honey by Lucy Lennox