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“Hang it up,” he said, shifting so he could lift me.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, thighs locking at his sides. His strong forearms slid under my ass, shoving me up his body so I could reach up and place the moon.

I did, my fingers shaking, mind short-circuiting. The second I released the sticker, it fell, smacking Max on the top of the head.

I fumbled, trying to grab it, and under my ass, his forearms flexed. My stomach tumbled, a hot shot of desire bursting inside.

“I forgot to peel the backing off,” I said, staring at the sticker as though I’d never seen it before.

“Try again.” He beckoned, voice quiet, not impatient at all to put me down.

“Max.” His name fell off my lips in a nervous sort of exhale.

His muscles flexed again, but he didn’t let me go. “Try again,” he repeated.

Even if he had let me go, I probably still would have been carried up to the ceiling because there were so many butterflies in my stomach that I would surely stay afloat.

The backing to the sticker disappeared somewhere in the dark, and I stretched up to tap it onto the empty spot on the ceiling as if he’d left it there just for me.

This time it stuck, and I smiled up at it before patting him on the shoulder. “Look.”

His chin tipped back, eyes going to the glowing moon.

I stopped breathing, eyes like glue on his upturned face framed by unruly black hair, jaw shadowed with stubble. I was higher than him because he was lifting me, but my legs were wound around his torso, my stomach brushing against his chest. The corded muscles in his arms locked tight around me, making me feel I was exactly where I belonged.

“Looks good.” His voice was gruff.

I said nothing, just continued to stare. Heart erratic, I dragged in a breath, trying to calm down, but the attempt was futile because his attention left the ceiling, his eyes colliding with mine. We stared as our hearts drummed between us, and my lungs shuddered.

His chest rose and fell, and then the arms around me slackened. Not enough to alarm me, not enough for me to fall. Enough, though.

Oh, it was enough.

My body slid down his, thighs locking anew around his waist. Wide-open palms splayed over my back, pinning me in place. Our stares collided as we came face to face. Potent want burst between us, overfilling the room and making even the stars overhead dim.

My hands settled on the sides of his neck, and the hands pressed against my back tightened.

I couldn’t breathe. Think. See. I couldn’t do anything at all but yearn.

Kiss me.

His throat bobbed, body swaying closer. My eyes fluttered closed.

Cold air rushed between us, startling in its arrival. Eyes popping open, I watched him retreat, an almost panicked glint in his limitless eyes.

Hurt so deep lanced through me, and I jolted, trying to get away. Slapping my hands onto his shoulders I pushed back, a pitiful whimper filling the room as I attempted to flee.

There is no coming back from this.The stinging rejection—

A rough hand caught my chin, stilling my struggle. His glimmering, intense stare pinned me in place like the heaviest of anvils, fingertips biting into bone. I didn’t know what he searched for, but I couldn’t give it. He’d already claimed everything I was long ago.

My lower lip wobbled, the ache in me so severe it was impossible to hide.

A long, low groan ripped out of him, filling the room with the sweetest sort of give. The space I hated between us diminished, and his lips locked on mine. My own parted on a whimper, or maybe it was more of a sob. I swear he sucked that sound inside him, gobbling it down, and then used his full, warm mouth to eat me alive.

My head buzzed as he spun, moving across the room to pin me against the wall while his mouth fused and formed with mine. I went boneless, the surrender in me absolutely shameless but impossible to deny. He lapped at me, and I opened wider, swirling my tongue with his, marveling in the wet heat that was his mouth. Marveling in the fact he was kissing me.

Finally.Max.Kissing me.

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