Chapter 9
Nothing made sense. Belle's arms were wrapped around Peter's shoulders, and she pressed her lips to his for another kiss. There was something manly and full of testosterone that made him taste far better than anyone else, including Colt.
Electricity charged through her veins. He was everything a woman could ever desire in a man. A shiver rushed through her as she detangled her limbs from around his back.
She sighed and swallowed. "Peter, this was a mistake."
He blinked, but his hands fell to his sides. "A kiss?"
Too hot to handle kisses were not in the cards for her. She swallowed, and the taste of him lingered.
"That was only a kiss to you? I felt fireworks and that's bad."
"Fireworks are bad?"
"Yes."
"You're confusing." He leaned against the door. "Belle, it's not bad
