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“Pleased to meet you,” he says, taking my hand in both of his, chafing it to warm it up, and I laugh, I can’t help it. “And you know my name.”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Merc.” His name, and the taste of his mouth, the feel of his cock inside me. I know all these things about him.
My pussy clenches, and right on cue, heat licks at my face.
“Cos.” He’s suddenly so close, that mouthwatering scent of his filling my senses. He’s close-shaven today, the smooth cheeks giving him a boyish look despite the dark smudges under his clear eyes. “Is that what I should call you?”
You can call me whatever you want as long as we have sex again, I want to say, but bite back the words—because didn’t we just establish it matters to me, a lot, what he calls me?
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Cos.” He lifts my hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving my face, and presses a hot kiss to the center of my palm. “Or CosieCat?”
“What? Oh.” His lips on my palm do strange things to my insides, starting a fire in my belly. I grab at his thick biceps with my other hand as the heat shoots through me. “God.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he whispers against my palm and I feel it all the way between my legs. “I tried. But I fucking can’t.”
I’d say the same, but my voice has deserted me. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, what will come out will be a moan instead of words.
He walks me backward, a strong emotion flaring in his eyes, but I can’t read them until he presses me against a wall.
Déjà vu.
But it’s not just desire in those blue depths, although it’s there, too.
“Why did you run?” he asks, his voice dipping. “Why didn’t you talk to me, why didn’t you say anything—”
“I told you I’m not Sophie.” I swallow hard. “Didn’t I?”
“Like that was going to clear things up?”
He’s pissed, even as he’s aroused, his hard length branding my stomach, trapped between us. He’s pissed with good reason, but my first instinct is always to kick back and then run. I realize I’m already planning my escape.
But he grabs both my wrists
and traps them over my head, leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’m not letting you go.”
I blink.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
I shake my head.
His breath on my neck makes me shiver. “So why did you run?”
“I thought…” I swallow again, aware of every inch of his strong body touching mine. “I thought you had a thing going with my sister.”
He huffs a silent laugh. “Nope.”
“It’s not funny!” I close my eyes, my face hot. “I was wrong. Happy?”
“Apology accepted.” He draws back and pins me with that brilliant gaze. “Damn, I thought you’d never call. That I’d never see you again. That I fucked it up.”
The uncertainty, the sadness in his voice gives me pause. “You didn’t. Fuck it up, that is.”
His lips twitch. Then he leans in and kisses me deeply, keeping my wrists locked over my head held in one big hand. The big headphones hanging from his neck jab into the sides of my neck.
He licks at my mouth, and when I moan, his tongue tangles with mine. He’s kissing me like he wants to eat me up, crushing me into the wall.
