I knew right then and there that the kiss should have ended when it started, as just a brush of lips stolen in anger and exhaustion, but it didn't. 

It didn’t, and it dragged me under instead, the fire of it burning too hot for words. His mouth pressed harder against mine like he was starving, as though I was the only thing that could ever keep him alive.

I gasped when his hand slid deeper into my hair, pulling deliciously tight until my head tipped back, his teeth grazing my bottom lip in ...