Chapter Eighteen

I didn't think, all plans of escape flew right out of my head. I just went with the flow.

It was stupid really.

Before I could even take a step towards him, his hands were on my face, pulling me up to my toes to meet his lips.

The fire he had started at dinner, erupted. I clutched my hands on the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to me as his lips devoured mine.

I gave him permission without him asking and his tongue slid into my mouth, wrestling with mine for dominance.

This wasn't my first time kissing Kody, but it felt like it was. The first time there had been nothing but heat, and yeah that was great. But this time there was a connection. This time there was history.

As much as I wanted to deny it, this time there was feelings.

His hand slid through my hair, the other one going to my waist and guiding me back into the bathroom.

I heard the door close as Kody lifted me, resting me on the countertop.