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“Uh, Clay? Can I speak to you a second?” she spoke up.
“Sure.” If it meant getting her out of the room, he was up for it.
She jumped up and then made everything far worse by sashaying out of the kitchen. The guys twisted to watch her go, and Clay let out a growl.
“Keep your peckers in your pants, guys. She’s young.”
“Not that young,” Jennings commented. He was probably closer to Lark’s age than any of them.
“She’s off-limits,” he said gruffly.
Striding after her, he found her in the bedroom.
“Shut the door,” she whispered, waving a hand in some secret signal.
He did. As soon as he turned to her, she got right in his face. “What is going on out there? You’re acting crazy!” she told him off in a low whisper.
God, she was adorable with that crinkle between her pale red eyebrows. She was freckled too. Plenty of freckles.
She snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to attention.
“Clay! Focus on me. What are you doing out there? You’re acting like you’re my dad—”
He planted his hands on her ass and cupped it, drawing her flush against his body. “I’m not your dad,” he grated as he stared into her eyes.
She darted her tongue over her bottom lip. “Prove it!” she rasped in challenge.
Just like when he was a cop, he didn’t even think—he just acted.
Slamming his mouth over hers, he pulled her tighter against him and dug his fingers into her curvy ass. She moaned against his lips, which gave him another advantage.
He plunged his tongue deep, trapping hers, then sucking on it until she let out a shuddering sigh followed by a husky whimper.
He had to stop.
Stop.
Tearing from the kiss, he stared into her eyes.
She immediately picked up where she’d left off with her argument. “You’re treating those guys like they’re doing something wrong by just being in my presence.”
“They should act more professional.”
She wiggled her ass into his firm hold on it. “Like you, Mr. Long Arm of the Law?”
Fuck. She had him there.
He slowly forced his fingers to unclench on her buttocks. With a hard shake, he stepped away from her. “Just stay here.”
“Not a chance. I’m coming with you.”
Yes, you will be coming. Later, when we’re all alone and I can rip those sexy fucking pants off you.
He’d already left the guys too long and devoted too much time to this argument—or make-out session, or whatever the hell madness had overcome him.
When he opened the door, Lark pushed her way past him, giving him a tormenting view of the slippery sway of her hips.
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