“Not to worry. I am a criminal mastermind, and I have a plan. First, get a legitimate job - check. Legally buy my ship - in progress. Prove that I’m hero material by helping Cinder save the world - oh, wait, I did that already.” He winked. “Oh, and I have to stop stealing things, but that’s probably a given. So I figure, by the time you realize how much I don’t deserve you … I might kind of deserve you.”
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“I thought I was kissing you,” he confirmed, brushing her lips with his again. And again. Cress’s fingers found his lapels and she pulled him closer.
It didn’t last long, though, as another memory resurfaced.
She yanked away. “But … you told her you loved her.”
His expression froze, desire giving way to alarm. They hovered in that moment for an eternity.
Finally, Thorne gulped. “Right. That.” He shrugged. “I mean, I was … we were—”
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She started to nod, but was surprised when Thorne pushed away from the door. Cress blinked and stumbled back, startled my the sudden movement. Three, four steps. The backs of her thighs hit one of the desks.
“What–?”
In one movement, Thorne lifted her onto the desk and pressed her back against an enormous potted fern and – oh.
Cress had built a thousand fantasies around their rooftop kiss, but this kiss was something new.
Where before, the kiss had been gentle and protective, now there was something passionate. Determined. Cress’s body dissolved into nothing but sensation. His hands burned her waist through the skirt’s thin fabric. Her knees pressed against his hips, and he pulled her closer, closer, like he couldn’t get her close enough. A whimper escaped her mouth, only to be swallowed by his. She hear a moan, but it could have come from either of them.
And where, on the rooftop, the kiss had been cut too short by the battle raging on around them, this kiss went on, and on, and on...