Allison's POV

His lips dropped firmly on mine, and he dragged first my lower lip, sucking gently on it. His hands trailed down my shoulder until they clamped down on my waist. He held me firm and in place so I could be receptive to his kisses.

But I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't. I shouldn't let a criminal kiss me, nor should I enjoy it—enjoy the ripple of sensations that consumed my veins, the heat pooling from the depth of my stomach, and swallowing up every nerve in me with ...