CHAPTER SEVEN
DIESEL
As soon as the words leave her mouth, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her lips to mine.
Sweet and soft.
Just as I remembered.
But this kiss is electric. Intense. A decade in the making.
My other hand squeezes her hip, and she arches her back, pressing herself into me. Rowan moans when I slide my tongue inside and taste her deliciousness. My fingers grab her two french braids, and I roughly pull on them like I used to when we were kids. Her head falls back, and our kiss deepens; our tongues fight for control as eagerness takes over.
“f**k, Row,” I growl, sweeping my tongue along her bottom lip. “I’ve been waiting ten years to do that.”
Her breathing is ragged as we make eye contact. “I was only thirteen. That would’ve been highly inappropriate.”
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