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Her lips are shaky and cold at first contact, but I deepen the kiss to warm her up, inside and out. We stand there and I hold her to me, sinking into a wet, sensuous kiss full of want and need. Only problem is, I fear my mouth on hers is less about kissing and more about claiming. With my brain barely working, a part of me registers that her hands have moved to my ears as the wind swirls around us. She covers them to keep them warm. As that thoughtful gesture pokes holes in my armor, my traitorous heart skips a few too many beats. I break the kiss and work to get my shit together.

“What is this about playing my cards right?” she asks, her voice heady and breathless, full of playfulness.

I scrape my thumb over her kiss-swollen bottom lip and work to ground myself in reality as a sexy, urgent little sound rises in her throat. An unbearable tightness grips my heart and I quickly remind myself we’re having sex, playing a game. Nothing more.

“Play them right and tonight maybe I’ll play the part of Prince Charming in this fairy-tale world of yours.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes narrow in thought as she bites her bottom lip.

“What, you have to think about it?” I ask with a laugh. I give her a playful shove, and she grins as she falters backward. “Hey if you don’t want Prince—”

“Actually, I always favored the Big Bad Wolf.”

Dammit.

I groan and tug her back to me. Her body collides with mine and need zaps my balls. Heat rockets through me, sizzling up my spine, and nearly fries my last working brain cell. “There’s a whole side of you I don’t know, isn’t there?”

“Who, me?” she asks innocently as she pokes her finger into my chest. “And what I’m thinking is instead of going out to eat, why don’t we stay in. We can order takeout, or we can cook, and when I say we, I mean you.”

“Come on,” I say and put my hand on the small of her back and usher her along the sidewalk.

She doubles her steps to keep up with me. “What?

??s the hurry?”

“I just realized how hungry I am.”

She reaches for her purse. “Why don’t you have a croissant to hold you over? I mean, I know they’re squished, but...”

I grin at her sweet naivety. “Oh, sweetheart, did you think it’s food I want to put into my mouth?”

“Oh,” she says, her eyes widening with anticipation, lust and want.

“Yeah, oh,” I say.

A sexy little moan slides past her lips, like she has no trouble with that revelation. Good, I want her hot and willing when we get home. “My mistake.”

That’s when I remember her grumbling stomach. “Dammit, we need to feed you though.”

“Come to think of it, there is only one thing I’m interested in putting in my mouth. This morning I didn’t get the chance.”

Need boils my blood, and I almost trip on an imaginary crack in the sidewalk. “Jesus, you didn’t just say that to me, did you?”

“I believe I did.”

A second later we’re practically running back to my villa. We’re both laughing and breathless by the time we reach the front door, and I’m so goddamn anxious to get my hands on her, I can barely get the key into the lock.

“Want me to do it?” she asks with a chuckle as she reaches for it.

I brush her hands away. “You don’t have to do everything you know. There are things I’m quite capable of handling myself.”

“Oh, I know, and I must say I do love this alpha side of you.”

“Alpha? You think this is alpha?” I tease.

I get the door open and haul her in with me. I pull her against me, hard. “You were this morning,” she says.

Shit. She’s right. I went at her like a goddamn caveman, breaking my own etiquette rules, and while she didn’t seem to have a problem, fast and furious is not my normal style. I wanted to slow it down with her and savor each sweet minute, but I couldn’t calm myself down and summon any sort of control. She’s the one girl I couldn’t get my hands on quick enough, and she deserves better than that.

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