บท 16: Chapter 16

Ava barely had time to register Jackson's words before he closed the meager distance between them and his mouth was on hers. He cupped her cheeks, his hands so large she was cocooned in warmth. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips, urging her to open.

The moment she did, she knew she was a goner. One of his hands slid to her nape, holding her against his kiss as if he thought she'd leave, while the other dropped to her collarbone. He ran his thumb along the sensitive skin of her throat, and she moaned.