OLEANDER
It was my turn to freeze.
He was kissing me. Hex was fucking kissing me back.
Forgetting my reason for kissing him in the first place, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I accepted his kiss wholeheartedly.
I shuddered, melting into him as Hex kissed me with an expertise I had never experienced before.
Well, I had only kissed two men in my life, but he was the better kisser. And I wanted this.
Heat pooled between my legs, and I reached for his buttons, wanting more. To feel his rock-hard chest beneath my palms, his warmth, his bare body against mine.
This is wrong, Oleander. Yet, it felt so right.
We could be caught. We were in a fucking room that resembled a storage space. Judging by the boxes neatly arranged in the corner, that was exactly what it was, and someone could walk in at any moment. Dante. His men. Or worse, Celina.
I still remember her threat.
