She was in one hell of a mood with me. Maybe I brought it out in her. The thought had me grinning like a Cheshire Cat. There was a fine line between fury and passion. And I've never been averse to a little fire. However, I was a little pissed about her little speech. When she told me I had exploited her, I had to take exception. That wasn't some game. It started out as an idea to make that arrogant bastard jealous, but when her mouth met mine I felt a flood of feeling from her, like it was the first time she'd ever been kissed like that. But she gave as good as I gave her and then some. Holy hell did she give me some. I felt like I'd entered another realm. As crazy as it sounds, it was as if she was kissing me. And not Grit. The guy who only used kissing as a means of brief foreplay at mos
