Chapter 11. Kissed Thrice

He sighed, the sound full of frustration and desperation. “If you’re not gonna push me away, Quinn, then at least kiss me back.”

He took her lips between his again and Quinn didn’t know what choice to make. She was right, his lips were soft and moist and gentle, and the burst of sparks from the sudden contact had her falling right into his trap.

Her hand slowly reached for his black jacket, pulling him closer as her lips finally started to move in sync with his. She didn’t know why, but this felt like fate, his lips felt like they belonged against hers.

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach as her reluctance dispersed into want; lust that she had once only carried for Jeovanni. But now this man had found his way around her brokenness, and he didn’t even do anything. His tongue ran along her bottom lip and Quinn instantly gave him access to the inside of her mouth.

His tongue was like a flame, licking and tantalizing her beyond reasoning and that fire ran all