My eyes widened in surprise, and heat surged through my chest. I pushed weakly at his shoulders, only for his grip to tighten around my waist, pulling me harder against his well-chiseled chest. His kiss was rough, almost punishing, his breath hot and uneven. He kissed me in frustration, venting his anger on me, but it tasted sweet, sweeter than honey, the kind that made my toes curl inside my shoes.
He broke away an inch from me, our breaths a heavy mess. His eyes darkened with desire, his kiss was like a temptation, a water in a desert, showing me how much I've been starving. "Do you love me?" he whispered.
I blinked at him, my voice lost in my throat. "I…" My brain was experiencing a short current circuit.
