His hand slid up my spine, bringing me closer, pinning my hands between us as I watched his neck bend.

I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"Max," I warned, my body bracing.

"Quiet," he ordered softly. "Got a point to make, honey."

"Max!" I snapped.

"Let's see how good this could be," he muttered, his eyes on my mouth and I knew, I just knew, he was going to kiss me.

"Max, don't you-"

But his fingers had sifted into my hair against my scalp cupping my head, holding me steady and his mouth came down on mine, cutting off my words.

Autor: Kristen Ashley

His hand slid up my spine, bringing me closer, pinning my hands between us as I watched his neck bend.<br /><br />I had a feeling I knew where this was going.<br /><br />"Max," I warned, my body bracing.<br /><br />"Quiet," he ordered softly. "Got a point to make, honey."<br /><br />"Max!" I snapped.<br /><br />"Let's see how good this could be," he muttered, his eyes on my mouth and I knew, I just knew, he was going to kiss me.<br /><br />"Max, don't you-"<br /><br />But his fingers had sifted into my hair against my scalp cupping my head, holding me steady and his mouth came down on mine, cutting off my words. - Kristen Ashley


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