But before she could finish, he closed the gap, capturing her lips in a soft, deliberate kiss.
Alisha was too stunned to speak. Her eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, telling herself this wasn't real, but she could still smell his cologne so close to her.
His arms were wedged right by her sides, so his weight wouldn't crush her.
Dante kissed her like there was no tomorrow, making her stomach flip for the second time that night. She wanted to stop him. She needed to stop him.
They were in his room, and he was drunk. They'd never been intimate before, and if they were…
Alisha placed her hand on his hard chest, about to push him off of her but she couldn't bring herself to do so.
She thought she would get disgusted by his touch after how the hoodlums had handled her according to Katherine's orders. It was one of the reasons she didn't like Dante touching her. And the other one was how her body tickled to his touch.
