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She pulls off her shirt, and she’s my kryptonite.

I flew half a continent to Tortola then hopped a puddle jumper to St. Croix then did it again. She has jerked me all over the god damned western hemisphere—I would never put up with shit like this—yet here I am, aching to hold her, wanting to slide my thumb across those full lips I long to kiss.

I came here desperate to find her, and now I want to turn her over my knee and spank her. I’m mad because she lied, but even more, I’m livid at her recklessness.

She’s like a child running into the path of oncoming traffic. She ran from me when men with guns were chasing her. She left with her sister lying wounded, nearly dead in a hospital bed. I told her I loved her, and she ran even further.

I fucking love this woman.

I fucking want to strangle her.

Fury heats my blood and I cross the room, pulling her trembling body into my arms.

“Cal?” she gasps, and I hear the fear in her voice.

She’s wearing boxers and a thin bra. I can just see the tips of her succulent breasts, and I can feel her heat through the fabric of her shorts. Memo

ries of our last night flood my mind—the two of us in her bed, our bodies entwined like contortionists.

Stepping back, I pull the shirt I’m wearing over my head. Her eyes change as they move from my hair down my neck to my chest. Her lust is stronger than her fear. My lust is stronger than my fury.

“Take it off.” My voice is anger mixed with desire.

I watch as she reaches around her back to unfasten that bra. It falls away, and her creamy breasts, her dark nipples are highlighted by the streetlamp outside. My fingers ache to touch her.

Not yet…

“All of it,” I say, waiting as she bends to slide the boxers over her hips to the floor.

She’s bare in front of me, and a little shiver moves through her. I watch her breath swirling in and out in little pants. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Moving forward, I gather her to me, feeling the soft press of her body against my bare chest. We both groan. It’s so good. My chin drops, and our mouths meet. Her tongue touches mine, but I’m holding back. She strains into me, trying to get her arms free, but I hold her tighter, imprisoning her, turning my face.

“You helped the assholes who tried to kill Ro,” I say as much to myself as to her.

“No—NO!” The break in her voice claws at my chest. “I didn’t know, Cal. I never would have hurt him like that—”

“You have degrees of how you hurt people?”

Her face drops, and her body goes limp in my arms.

Clenching my fist in the back of her hair, I want to pull it. I want to shake her but instead, I kiss her. I cover her mouth with mine tasting her sweetness. I taste the salt of her tears as I kiss her cheeks. I’m so fucking mixed up inside.

Loosening my hold, I step back. I need to get my head straight. I’m not ready to forgive her this easily.

She only hesitates a moment before lowering to her knees in front of me. Lifting her chin, she looks up, blue eyes round, and glistening with tears. Her palms are flat on the front of my slacks, and she slides them up and down before lifting them to my waistband. Every cell in my body is focused on her movements as she unfastens my pants.

“I’m so sorry, Cal,” she whispers as her delicate fingers lower my trousers, my boxer briefs, until my aching cock springs free.

My emotions might be conflicted, but my dick knows exactly what it wants. She touches me lightly with her fingers, wrapping them around my length, and I lean my forehead on my arm against the wall, breathing hard as I watch her guide the mushroom tip between her lips, past that full upper lip I want to bite.

My eyes slide closed, and a low groan scrapes from my throat as her hot mouth closes around my cock. She teases me, running her tongue along the edge, down the base. She opens and pulls me in again, but I’m too big for her. I only hear the sweet sucking sound around my tip as her fingers go the rest of the way down my shaft, pumping fast.

“Fuck,” I hiss. This feels too good.

She’s on her knees, submissive pose, appeasing my anger. Get it together, Cal. Reaching down, I catch her under the arms and lift her fast. She comes off my dick with a soft Pop! Her back is again to the wall. Those satin lips are swollen, her eyes rimmed in red.

My teeth clench. “I won’t let you play me.”

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