Chapter 31

A barely-there smile curls the corners of his lips. “That’s not a bad thing in the right circumstances.”

This man is going to be the death of me. I’ve spent all day telling myself this was going to stop, and now I’m doing everything in my power not to drag him in the backseat and fuck him right here. Even still, even putting up such a damn good fight, there always seems to be that one little thing that I do that crosses the line between us. In this case, it’s my inability to pull my hand away now that I’m touching him. I drop it to his chin and draw my thumb over his lips. “Well, thank you. For running, I mean. It was unnecessary but appreciated.”

“Helping you is my job.” He says it simply enough. The movement of his mouth is off though. His lips linger against my thumb, hidden half kisses around his words, and I swear that I feel the tip of his tongue wet my skin.