You said that if..." He trailed off, his expression hesitant and oddly defiant. "You said if I kissed you again without your permission, you'd slit my throat. Is that still the case?"	Surprise jolted through her, but somehow she managed to keep her voice steady. "Yes. It is."	He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. His touch was so gentle it ignited a spark of fear.	"Then I guess I'll ask permission." He paused. "Can I kiss you?"...	"No." she burst out, shoving his hand away. "You can't.
Elle Kennedy, Midnight Action
romantic-suspense