“You are a jerk, you know, right?” I murmur, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and tip toeing to reach for his lips again. He lets me graze our lips together for a split second before leaning back while grinning mischievously.

“You're dying to kiss this jerk,” He whispers before grabbing my thighs and planting me on the countertop. I snarl furiously and thread my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful of it before latching my lips against his jawline and biting him.

“Fuck ...