That kiss was spun sugar, soft and sweet, and the world fell away in a honeyed haze, his lips tasting faintly of peanut butter. I slid my hands onto his chest, Levi's thumb caressing my cheek. Each tease of our lips left me that much more breathless.

Then Levi crowded me up against my seat, his face close, and grinned.

"Best day of your life," he said, and crashed his lips down.

This kiss was dirty. Messy.

Reckless.

Shockwaves rocketed across ...