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"Tell me to leave."
"No."
"Dammit, Laura. Tell me."
"Stay," I whisper, far more bravely than I feel. My heart threatens to pound right out of my chest. But I hold his gaze, refusing to back down. I'm not afraid of this man. If he thinks I'm going to run, he's wrong. I feel the heat between us. It's hot enough to send the whole city up in flames. And I like the way it burns. "I want you to stay."
"If I get my hands on you, it'll take a goddamn miracle to pry them off again," he says, his voice dripping with warning. "I won't share you. I won't let you go. I'll be a goddamn territorial son of a bitch every minute of the day."
"Maybe I don't want to be shared."
He growls my name, another dark warning that sends heat ripping through me. "I don't belong in your world, Laura. You should be running in the other direction."
I step outside, step right up against him. The heat from his body sears mine. He's like a transformer humming with electricity. It crackles in the air around him and zips through me when I press my body against his. He's rock hard, his erection a heavy bulge against my abdomen. And oh, my goodness, this man is big and unyielding everywhere. "Shut up and kiss me already, Kaiden."
I was wrong about him. I thought he was all cool self-possession and raw magnetism. He isn't. He's an unruly beast, as wild as he is massive. He launches at me like a lion snapping the chains holding him prisoner. His arms lash around me, dragging me up against his chest. His mouth crashes down on mine, his kiss hot and hungry.
I cry out in relief as his savage growl rips right through me, shaking loose every carnal desire and every wanton thought I've had about him in the last two days. He doesn't kiss me. He consumes me like a man starving for a taste of salvation. His hands in my hair mess up my curls, sending bobby pins flying. They hit the cement at our feet with faint pings that barely register over the harsh panting of his breath and the rush of blood in my ears. The flowers fall from my slack fingers.
His tongue flicks against my lips and then tangles with mine, impatient and possessive. I kiss him back the same way, my body clenching in delight as pleasure floods through every nerve ending. I've been kissed before. Of course, I have. I'm an actress. But they were always cold, passionless kisses. They never made me ache and burn like this. My head never clouded like this. The blood in my veins didn't sing like this.
"You taste like strawberries," he mutters.
"Cheesecake."
His rough hands grip my ass, yanking my legs around his hips. His body is so broad, my dress rides up, exposing my panties.
A string of curses falls from his lips when he sees them, his gray eyes dark and predatory. Does he see the wet spot on them? Does he know they've been like that since I saw him standing on my doorstep? I don't get the chance to ask either of those questions.
He stomps inside the house. Every step bounces me against his erection.
"Kaiden!" I dig my nails into his shoulders, desperately trying not to come. Except it's too close. I need it too badly. Oh, God. What is he doing to me? I bury my face in his shoulder, crying out as the first waves of an orgasm roll over me. His name erupts from my lips again. I let the pleasure take me, falling into the waves, confident that he'll catch me.
Somehow, I'm confident this grumpy, complicated man will always catch me.
When I open my eyes again, I'm plastered against the door, and he's on his knees, holding me balanced on his forearms. His eyes are on fire with need, his face blazing with it. Arousal rips through me, desire spiking faster than I can even process.
"Again," he snarls. "On my tongue this time, princess."
"Oh my–"
His eyes never leave mine as he flicks his tongue out and takes one long lick of me. I cry out, grasping for his shoulders, hair…anything to root me to reality before he sends me spiraling into heaven. He growls against my center, his eyes fluttering as if he just tasted the sweetest wine.
"Go ahead and scream while I eat it, princess. Let me hear how much of a good girl you can be for me," he growls before licking me again and then again. As if he can't stop himself. "Let's see how well you can behave. Don't come until I say."
"I c-can't behave," I cry, already on the edge. "I can't!"
"You can." He laves the flat of his tongue against my clit. "You will." He touches the tip of it to my clit and then jiggles it. "If you want my cock for dessert, you'll be real good, princess."
