“And what’s that?” I ask.
My patience is gone.
From the moment I felt the sharp tip of Archer’s knife against my back, my patience took off.
I’m tired. I’m pissed. I’m bleeding.
And I’m-
Cullen makes a move, slamming his mouth to mine.
Now I guess I’m making out with Cullen Doyle.
Chapter 15
His lips are smooth.
They’re comfort.
His tongue is eager.
It explores my mouth.
My right hand rests against his stomach, over his shirt.
I’m not sure if my plan here is to push him away or grab his shirt and demand more of this sudden and unexpected attention.
But good lord does it feel good.
My fingertips curl just a little. Just enough to feel hard muscle hiding beneath his shirt.
I picture him taking his shirt off.
Me falling to my knees.
Of course I’ll need to kiss those abs before I continue down to suck his-
“You’re still bleeding, love,” Cullen whispers with his lips still dancing against mine.
“I guess I am,” I say. “Your kisses aren’t that good, huh?”
I cringe at that stupid question.
Cullen backs off and sits on the edge of my bed.
He puts the first aid kit next to him.
I lick my lips.
“Cullen,” I say.
“Let’s see that cut again, Jaci,” he says, ignoring me.
He knows I’m going to ask him about that kiss.
Of course I’m going to ask about that kiss.
I never get kissed like that.