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He looked at me skeptically, didn’t break my gaze as he wiped his hands. “No, it’s something,” he finally said.
“You never let shit go, huh?” I said.
“No, I don’t.”
One look at his deadpan expression and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
He flashed me a smile, then spoke. “You ready to go?”
“No,” I said flatly.
He flashed another smile. “Not anxious to get back to Keenan?”
“Will you bail me out if I stab him in the ear with the pencil?” I asked.
“Would Josh Kelley bail you out?” he countered.
“Nope.” I lowered my voice. “But lucky for me, he’s not here.”
He smiled again, the expression genuine.
“Then yes, Amethyst. I would bail you out.”
“Maybe you’re not so bad after all,” I said.
“I am,” he responded.
I laughed, then took another sip of water. “Let’s go.”
The ride back to work was quiet but pleasant, and I was sad when I found it coming to an end.
He got out of the car, and I did too, surprised when he met me at the passenger side.
“That was nice,” he said quietly.
“It was. Thank you,” I responded.
My brain was screaming a warning, but my body wasn’t listening.
Nothing was listening, not when he was this close.
I should have been thinking about that gun, thinking about the very real threat he was to my life. But I wasn’t. Instead, I flashed back to before, to that night when he had shown up at my house, when I had been certain he was going to kiss me.
Then, I wasn’t sure how I would have reacted, but I knew how I would now.
And when he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, I sighed with relief.
I hadn’t let myself think about this, hadn’t let myself want it, but deep inside I did.
When he kissed me, I didn’t try to resist, didn’t pretend that it wasn’t exactly what I wanted.
What I needed.
I moaned against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His pushed his tongue into my mouth and tasted every inch, his tongue caressing mine in way that was new and yet strangely familiar.
All of my senses were attuned to him, his taste, the masculine scent that was a mix of soap, shampoo, and him.
My palms tingled with the urge to touch him, and I did just that. I closed my hands around his biceps, tentatively at first, then with a boldness that was rare for me.
He responded by anchoring his hands on my waist and pulling me close, my soft thighs against his hard ones, his broad, muscular chest solid against my breasts.
His cock hardened against my stomach, feeling deliciously thick even through the layers of our clothes. With one simple kiss, I felt almost crazed with desire for him, my pussy clenching down hard around emptiness that I wanted—desperately—for Davit to fill.
Was feeling bold, reckless, when I said, “Davit, I—”
I jumped back when a car door slammed.
