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With her back to the counter across from where I stand, she takes another bite and groans happily. “All right,” she finally admits after swallowing. “Maybe there’s something to be said for being home.”

“See? It’s not all bad.”

“I can’t imagine it’s any fun for you, though.”

I study her between bites, searching for a clue to whether she means it, or if she’s trying to get under my skin. She seems sincere enough, maybe even regretful. “I don’t know,” I say. “This is pretty nice. I could do a lot worse.”

“What does it take to shake you up?” She wipes her mouth on a napkin, which she balls up and tosses into the can from a distance. Perfect shot. A woman of many talents.

“No way,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’m not going to reveal my secrets, so you can use them against me.”

She bats her lashes, all innocence. “Who said I would?”

“I never said you would, but you could.” This time, I don’t bother holding back my knowing laughter.

Still, it seems she has a few tricks up her sleeve once she narrows her eyes and pins me in place without putting a hand on me. “What would I be able to use against you?” she ponders in a soft voice, inching closer to me.

“No comment.” My pants are getting much too tight for my own good. I set down my empty plate with a trembling hand and wish one more time for strength to do the right thing and not mix business with pleasure.

She stops only when there’s barely an inch between us. Her big, blue eyes stare straight into mine, and I would swear she’s looking through me, into my soul. She’s always had that power, and now the sensation is more intense than it’s ever been.

She parts her lips while her gaze drifts down to my mouth, and fuck it, that’s all it takes for what little is left of my resolve to crumble. For my hands to take hold of her face and pull her in until I can crush her lips beneath mine.

Her breath catches and a tiny whimper stirs in her throat that only heightens the explosive heat that’s now burst to life. I can’t drag it out, can’t tease her when it’s taking everythingI have to restrain myself from devouring her here and now. I settle for tasting her, sweeping my tongue over her lips before sliding it against hers until we both groan until her hands claw their way up my back and her nails dig into my shoulders. It unlocks something deep and primal, something that demands I claim this fascinating woman. This woman whose passion matches my own, who presses her body to mine before reaching up to thread her fingers through my hair and pulls me down, demanding, holding me in place as the kiss deepens further.

I push her back against the opposite counter, thrusting my hips, grinding my aching dick against her and shuddering at the contact. She melts in my arms, moaning into my mouth, and the sound sends a sizzle of current through me from head to toe. She wants this. Wants me. And there’s no one stopping us. When she presses her tits against me, I can’t help touching one, fondling the full, heavy globe, teasing her nipple with my thumb until it stands out beneath the silk and what feels like a lacy bra underneath.

She throws her head back with a gasp, and I allow my lips to travel down the slim column of her throat, licking and nipping, letting her needy groans direct me. I’m hard as steel and there’s only one thing that will satisfy this deep, painful ache. She rolls her hips, grinding against my rigid length, and my knees go weak. That’s the power she has over me.

When I lift my head and look down into her lust-filled eyes, I know without asking where this is heading. Where it’s been heading all along.

Which is precisely the moment the elevator pings, signaling the arrival of a guest.

11

NATALIE

Any other time, I would be delighted to see Teagan. I told her she was always welcome here, day and night, and I meant it when I said it. But right now, my vagina is very mad at her for interrupting my make-out session with Dallas. Ugh, that man can kiss up a storm. So sensual and the connection… I didn’t know where my body ended and his began.

“Mason was just worried about you. Whatever he told you earlier, he probably didn’t mean it,” Teagan explains, trying her best to mend the relationship I broke.

“You don’t have to worry about my brother and me. We’ve had our fair share of fights in our lives, and we’ve always worked it out.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself. Yes, we have been through a lot together, but nothing like this. I’m honestly not sure if it will ever be like it was before.

She sighs. “I knew everything would work out. And I knew there had to be an explanation for you leaving. Anyway, I’m glad you are back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I’m surprised by the honesty in those words. I rarely get attached to people unless they’ve been in my life for many years. Teagan is different. There is such a lightabout her that draws you in and won’t let you go. “I’m glad Mason has you.”

“Oh, I know,” Teagan quips. “If it wasn’t for me, he’d shrivel up and die.” We both have a good laugh, knowing that it’s funny because it’s true. “Well, I’ll leave you alone to get some rest.”

I don’t actually want to rest, but I do want to be alone with Dallas, so I simply agree with her. We say our goodbyes, and Teagan leaves, taking the elevator back up to their apartment.

I hoped once we were alone that we could continue where we left off, but the moment has passed, and the mood between us has changed. The sizzling heat has died down and left us with an awkward silence.

“Want to go to the range and blow off some steam?” Dallas asks.

“That actually sounds like an amazing idea. Aren’t you glad I already put makeup on? Now you don’t have to wait on me.” I wave my hand from my head to my feet. “See? I’m ready to go.”

“I would have no issue taking you to the gun range in your pajamas,” Dallas scoffs. “You are the only one who thinks you need all of this.” Now it’s his turn to wave his hand at me, pointing out my tailored slacks, pressed blouse, and dark leather booties.

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