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There was a pause before her voice drew closer as she grumbled, "I said it was ope—"
She yanked the door inward, and there she appeared, so damn beautiful his heart stopped for a full second.
"Malloy," she breathed, her voice going from irritated to winded in a nanosecond.
He arched a brow. "I thought I told you to keep this door locked."
Her shock immediately transformed into annoyance. Lifting an
eyebrow, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, your date certainly ended short."
"It wasn't a date," he said, glancing pointedly over her shoulder and into the kitchen, letting her know he wanted to be let in. "I was roped into taking my sister to that crappy show for her birthday."
"Your sister?" DeVane's eyebrows winged up before she shrugged as if it made no difference to her. "She was your sister? Hmm. She seemed nice."
Raith's gaze slid back to hers. "She is nice." He narrowed his eyes, wondering if maybe she'd been jealous. But he could find nothing in her frosty expression. Damn, she was just as good at hiding her thoughts as he was.
Willow lifted her face to boldly meet his gaze. "And it wasn't a crappy show."
"Was too," he shot back before he swiftly leaned in through the opened doorway to kiss her.
She gasped against his mouth moments before her hands reached out and buried themselves in his hair.
It wasn't a light, tender kiss but strong in depth and passion. Man, he loved kissing her.
"You going to let me inside?" he asked against her mouth. "Or do I have to take you here in the doorway?"
His crude question caused her to push against his chest. Raith tightened his hold for a second before he regretfully let go.
She glared. "Don't you think it's a little presumptuous of you to come here tonight, expecting me to want to play?"
Hell, yes, it had been presumptuous and dangerous for his wellbeing as well as absolutely stupid. But all he said was, "If you don't want it then tell me no."
It was an outright challenge. He knew she wanted him, knew she was going to let him in. He could tell by her breathing.
But he should've known Willow wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
"No," she said staring him straight in the eye.
Shit.
For a second, he didn't move, not one muscle. He hid his surprise and disappointment. But an achy want oozed off him in waves, and he could tell by the satisfied smirk on her face that she knew he was dying.
Ignoring the twinge he felt, he cocked his shoulder in a careless shrug. "Fine," he murmured and abruptly turned away.
He got five steps before she crumbled.
"Hey, Malloy," she called after him.
Slowly he stopped and turned back. The light coming from the kitchen behind her lit up her body, providing a taunting silhouette that made his mouth water. If she said one thing to tease him, he was going down, straight to his knees, and he was going to beg like a little street urchin.
He wanted her that bad.
But thank God and all the saints, she merely stepped aside and let the door fall open another foot in blatant invitation.
Raith paused, briefly uncertain. He didn't care for the emotions surging through him. It was like he had to have Willow DeVane or die. He didn't need that kind of dependency in his life. He just needed to stay away before he became well and truly addicted.
But, hell, she looked so good. His body took the first step for him. He took the second himself. And the third, and fourth and fifth. Willow backed further into the room as he entered. She stared with an expression that said she already regretted her decision. When he reached back to close the door and lock it, she jumped at the click of sound as he sealed their fates.
