Lukas’s fingers threaded through my hair as he took possession of my lips and showed me why I was in way over my head with him. His kiss was slow and sensual yet demanding, and all I could do was cling to him, lost in sensation. No one had ever kissed me like this, and I knew that no kiss after this would compare.
I wanted to protest when he broke the kiss, but I was a little lightheaded and incapable of speech. He rested his forehead against mine, his breaths uneven and his hands still tangled in my hair. One of his hands moved down to tenderly stroke the back of my neck, and I almost melted into him.
“I was right,” he said roughly. “You are very dangerous, Jesse James.”
Disappointment filled me. “Is that why you stopped?”
He pulled away to look into my eyes. “I stopped because you ar
