Chapter 23: His Slave
Chapter 23
**Kieran Morrison**
I knew I was going to regret it from the moment our lips touched. What the hell compelled me to kiss him? And why wasn’t I shoving him away even after realizing my mistake?
He went totally stiff against me. I didn’t move either. It couldn’t really be called a kiss because my lips were just pressed against his, unmoving.
My shirt was clenched in his fist, probably to push me away, but he didn’t. After a moment his arms slowly relaxed against me.
I was surprised by his reaction. It was my turn to grow stiff against him, the full realization of what I was doing sinking deep into my head.
I inhaled sharply, in the process dragging in a lungful of his fragrance. I’d already gotten all too familiar with it over the years.
A spike of anger went through me, most of it directed toward myself rather than him.
I muttered a curse inwardly and then broke away instantly and shoved him away from me roughly.
He lost his footing and fell hard on his butt to the floor beneath. A cry of pain tore out from his mouth as he regarded me with a hurtful expression.
Those baby pink lips I had just touched trembled violently. His blurry gaze threatened to spill out tears making them greener than ever.
Ugh, always the crybaby.