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Alina’s emotions battered at her even as she wrapped her arms around Midas and kissed him back with every bit of passion that burned through her. This was wrong. They were wrong. He was wrong. A man who’d lied to her. Misled her.
Saved her.
A man she wanted too badly to bother caring about anything else. Especially not all of the reasons why she should not be kissing him.
She’d never felt this way. Never wanted someone so much that the need twisted and consumed her.
He kissed her with a wild, feverish passion. His wicked tongue took and tormented, and the hands on her waist seemed to brand her. He’d lifted her up, held her so easily with that casual strength he possessed. Her legs wrapped around his hips. The better to hold on tight. There was no missing the long, thick length of his cock pressing against her.
He might have lied. But he wasn’t pretending at that moment. There were some things that couldn’t be faked. That massive erection of his? That would be one of those things.
His mouth tore from hers. “I shouldn’t do this,” he rasped.
Her lips went to his throat. She kissed him. Licked. Felt the racing of his pulse beneath her mouth. One hundred percent, they shouldn’t be doing this.
He hissed when her teeth bit lightly against him. His hold on her tightened and then he was moving. Striding into her bedroom. She’d left all the lights on in that room. She’d been afraid of the dark. How ridiculous was that? But she’d been afraid to be alone in the dark. The instant she’d closed the door and looked around…
Fear.
Anger.
I need Midas. She’d gone right back to him. And now he was taking her to the bed. Lowering her down but not leaving her. Coming on top of her. Kissing her once again. Putting her on the mattress, but not crushing her with his much bigger body. He levered himself up. Pushed his hand on the mattress so that his weight was off her.
His mouth took hers once more. Her legs were still locked around his hips, and she realized with a little shock that she was arching against his dick. Rubbing and rocking against him.
“Alina!” Again, he’d pulled his mouth from hers. His breath sawed out. “You do not want this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Really? Do tell me more about what I want.”
His jaw clenched. His amber gaze seemed to blaze as he stared down at her. “You had one hell of a night.”
Like she needed that reminder.
“Your emotions are running crazy. You’re scared and angry and right now, I bet you’re pissed as hell at me, even though you want me.”
Her nostrils flared. “Maybe you should get off me.” The man certainly knew how to kill a mood.
“I don’t want to get off you. I want to strip you. Fuck you. Make you scream my name. And I want to give you so much pleasure that you forget every moment of fear you’ve ever felt in your life.”
Her breath whispered out.
“But I also don’t want you to hate me when the adrenaline crashes and the terror leaves and your world returns to normal.” A muscle flexed along his jaw. “You hating me? It matters. I’ve already had enough missteps. I can’t afford more.”
Missteps? Was that what she was?
“Said that wrong, didn’t I? Dammit. You’re important. I’m trying not to screw up more.”
“You’re the one on top of me.” Still. “And you want me.” Just so they were clear. She wasn’t lost in this madness alone.
The amber of his eyes deepened. “I never faked wanting you. My dick gets hard whenever you’re near.”
She jerked.
“Sorry. No, not sorry. That was too crass for you? Sweetheart, I am crass. I’m crass and dangerous, and some would say I’m one of the most evil sonsofbitches to ever walk the earth.”
She did not know what was happening. Her heart kept pounding. She could taste him. Need wracked her. And her legs were still wrapped around his hips. She should let him go. Instead, she asked, “Why would someone say you were evil?”
His eyes squeezed closed. “I cannot have this conversation while I’m in bed with you. Not while your yoga pants are too thin, and I can feel your heat against me, and I just want inside.” His right hand moved between their bodies. “Tell me to stop.”
