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The last thing in this world that she needed to do was to start thinking of Frank as anything more than just the hot guy at her dad’s firehouse. Yeah, she’d already fucked up her plans. She didn’t need to make it worse by falling for Waterbury’s biggest player.

She had tried to move beyond Waterbury and failed. So she’d accepted her fate, and was living a life she didn’t love. But it wasn’t the worst, either. It was what it was.

Whooo Hoooooo. Go Madigan.

“I have no idea what you’re thinking, but it seems like it’s not so great,” he said, his voice teasing. “Do you want me to follow your home and check under your bed?”

The audacity of the question made her laugh as a gust of wind blew the leaves and her hair into disarray. “Are you asking to look at my etchings, Frank?”

“I’m not really that into art.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Electricity sizzled across her skin, expanding from where he touched. In a heartbeat, she could feel him everywhere, even though he wasn’t touching her anymore. “What are you into?”

He looked her straight in the eyes, the want naked in his gaze. “You.”

Her heart nearly gave out it was beating so fast. Hot, liquid need turned her better judgement into ash. It was lust, yeah, but it was more than that. She couldn’t explain it, or justify it. It was just there. A raw, demanding lust for the one man in Waterbury she knew was a bad decision.

“That’s just the adrenaline rush after the horror movie talking,” she said to him, even as she meant the words for herself.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Prove it,” she said, knowing there was no way he could.

Frank, however, had a different opinion on the matter.

He moved in close, bringing his hands to rest on her hips and dipped his head down. His gaze moved from her parted lips to her eyes and he hesitated as the fall night air sparked around them. It might have just been a few seconds of time, but it was long enough for her to be able to turn her head, tell him to back off, push him away if she wanted.

But she didn’t. She needed this, wanted him.

One side of his mouth curled upward, and Katie knew she was in trouble but couldn’t find it in herself to care. His fingers tightened on her hips half a heartbeat before he erased the space between them and kissed her.

Chapter Ten

Katie tasted like salty butter and sweet chocolate, and Frank couldn’t get enough. Not of the way she parted her lips so he could deepen the kiss, or of the soft little moan of pleasure she made, or of the way everything about this felt one hundred percent perfect.

He registered the clank of her keys hitting the ground a moment before the soft thud of her purse joined them, but it all seemed far away as she kissed him back. Then she was gliding her palms up his hard chest to the sides of his face, holding him in place as if to keep him from stopping. Like he had any plans of doing that. He could spend the rest of his life kissing Katie Madigan—and somehow, some way, he was going to figure out how to make that happen.

He may not know much, but he knew how to increase the odds in his favor. When he stopped kissing her and moved his hands from her hips to the roof of her Pinto, her groan of frustration told him he was on the right path. God, she looked beautiful like this, with her lips swollen and her gaze hazy with lust.

He brushed the back of his knuckles over the hard peaks of her nipples that poked through her thin sweater and she let out the neediest little groan. His already rock hard cock twitched with anticipation.

“Are you all hot, Katie?” he asked, as if they weren’t both on fire right now.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

“And if I put my hand under your skirt and felt between your legs, would you be all soft and wet for me?”

She let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to do that, Katie?” He lowered his head so his lips were millimeters from the sensitive shell of her ear and asked, “Do you want me to touch you?”

She mumbled something under her breath before growling out, “Fuck you, Frank.”

He chuckled and stood back, giving her space to make her decision. “That’s not a no, Katie.”

“Fine.” She lifted her chin a few degrees, her stubbornness at war with the rest of her. “Yes, I want you to touch me.”

“Prove it,” he said, throwing her own dare back at her. “Spread those long legs of yours.”