Scarlett POV
The short skirt hit the floor.
Jaxen’s eyes went dark as I’d deliberately provoked him.
He planted one knee on the edge of the bed, leaned over me, and caught both my wrists.
“Scarlett, this doesn’t count as crossing a line, does it?”
Before I could answer, he pressed his mouth to mine.
Ever since I’d started cheering for him at the soccer field, he’d wanted to kiss me.
Really kiss me.
The second I tried to speak, his tongue shut me up completely.
I barely struggled before giving in.
His mouth moved from my lips to my neck.
Whatever anger he’d been holding onto finally won.
He forgot every promise about taking things slow and started working his way into the wide neckline of my dress.
I tried to twist away. He caught me and pushed me back down.
Maybe my obviou
