He had lain awake most of the night thinking about that fucking kiss. It was his damned pride that made him do it. She had been fawning over the fucking arsehole imposter and Jonathon wanted to wipe any and all thoughts of the fuckwit from her mind. He hadn’t realized that kissing her would be like touching a live wire. Oh, he knew it would be good, there was no doubt in his mind about that. What he hadn’t been prepared for was the nuclear explosion that had gone off in his brain—and ...