Chapter 7

Avery’s POV

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even miss a beat as he bears down on me and leans down to claim my lips.

Uhhh…

His lips are cold, but his mouth and breath are warm, and he tastes like mint and smoke. Or at least what I imagine a cigarette would taste like. He nips and sucks at my lips, his hands going to grab my waist to bring me closer. I’m stunned both by the audacity and how good he tastes.

Meanwhile, my brain is screaming, ‘Wrong, Avery. Just wrong.’

His tongue nudges the seam of my lips demandingly, and I have other choice but to part them and to give him access to invade my mouth.

Thank God I used mouthwash this morning.

Ripples of pleasure run down my spine, and I let out an involuntary moan. He becomes rougher but more addicting, so I don’t fight it. Right now, I’m not here to get details that’ll assist in his arrest, and he’s not worsening the dr*g situation in the country. We’re just a man and woma