I should have jerked away. Yelled for help or demanded he let me go, but my body refused. Rather than fight off Frankie's kiss, I fell into it. Hell, I deepened it.
I'd been kissed before, but something about Frankie was different from anyone else. He took control of my body with a simple kiss and I allowed it. In fact, for the first time since Frankie took me from the bar in Chicago, my body and mind were in complete agreement. I wanted everything he offered. I had no worries about Chicago or Westley. His fingers trailed up my legs, meeting my bare skin under my skirt. I didn't stop to think about my cousin's anger. We were the only two people in the entire world who mattered, and I wasn't going to let anything else stop our moment.
Without removing his mouth from mine, Frankie slid my
