She is a million amazing possibilities.
Paradise.
Pleasure.
Everything I don’t deserve.
And if I keep kissing her, I’ll soil her with my sins.
Fuuuck.
“Enough.” I push away from her.
Dazed, she blinks at me. “What’s wrong?”
Christ, she’s so damn perfect. Who the hell am I to ruin something this beautiful? “Nothing.”
She wipes her mouth. Wipes away my kiss. “Then why did you stop?”
Because I’m disgusting.
I walk backward, away from her. “It’s not smart to complicate the situation.”
Kerri runs her hands through her hair, smoothing the soft mass away from her flushed face. I’ve left behind two bite marks on her throat.Gorgeous. “Absolutely.”
The word is curt. Strained. And when she grabs the cookie package and places it in the pantry, Kerri’s movements are tight and graceful. The defenses she’s pulled up around herself are a wall between us.
“Kerri—”
She holds up a hand. “No, it’s fine. You’re right, Havoc. It’s good we got this kiss out of the way. Now we won’t have any more of this silly tension between us,” says the woman who is so rigid that if I shoved a lump of coal in her ass, she’d shit out a diamond. “Although next time, do a woman a favor.”
Oh, I’m all fucking ears. “And what’s that, Duchess?”
“Take a shower first, because honestly, Havoc, you reek.”
Score one for Kerri salvaging her bruised pride.
Well.
Okay then.
I did just chop what seemed like half the fucking forest.
With her insult lingering in the air, along with my apparent body odor, Kerri marches her sweet ass into the bedroom. Slams the door behind her, leaving me to stand here with a useless—and mighty painful—hard-on. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed her. I fucking knew better, but I couldn’t resist. Not one whole day has gone by since I first laid eyes on her that I didn’t think about what she would taste like on my tongue.
Now I know.
Now I want more.
Because even after eating half a package of cookies, Kerri Ward still tastes sweeter than sugar.
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KERRI
So.
Yesterday was humiliating.
