JJ
I kissed him like I had been waiting years to do it without an audience of reasons.
Nixx made a low sound against my mouth and his hands found my waist, not dragging me in so much as holding me there so I couldn’t pretend this was an accident. The kiss turned messy fast. Teeth. Breath.
The kind of hunger that had been sitting under my ribs since the first time he walked into my shop and again every time Roy’s texts made my pulse do something stupid.
My fingers were already at his belt.
He caught my wrists.
Not hard. Just enough that I had to look at him.
“JJ.” His voice was rougher than it had been two minutes ago. “Slow down.”
I stared at him.
“I need to understand exactly what we’re doing,” he said. “Your daughter’s downstairs. Benny’s downstairs. You just got your life bac
