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Her hands fly up to grip my wrist, her eyes wide with shock. “Nothing!”
My voice is hoarse as I say, “If you think jumping will resolve everything, you’re very wrong.”
“I wasn’t going to jump,” she rambles. “I was just looking at the traffic below. Twenty-seven! There were twenty-seven yellow cabs.”
Fuck. My heart.
The wind catches her dress, blowing it up her body and giving me a perfect view of her black panties.
I sink back on my ass and suck in a deep breath while my eyes burn on her.
Skylar sits up and pushes her dress down, her face pale from the fright I just gave her.
When her eyes meet mine, her tone is soft as she says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’d never do something like that.”
My heartbeat doesn’t slow down but instead continues to hammer against my ribs.
My breaths explode over my lips, and before I can stop myself, I dart forward again. Grabbing Skylar by her shoulders, I force her backward. My hand moves behind her head so she doesn’t bump it against the floor, and a second later, my mouth slams into hers.
Chapter 27
Skylar
I’m still recovering from the heart attack Renzo just gave me when he suddenly darts forward again. I’m shoved back down, and before I know what’s happening, his mouth slams into mine.
My mind comes to a screeching halt, and I don’t even have the capacity to gasp.
I wanted to make him care about me, but I never expected my plan to work so quickly. Hell, all I did was smile at him and show a little interest.
His lips move hungrily against mine, and it feels unbelievably good.
Shit. No feelings, woman. This isn’t a romance. It’s your ticket out of here.
It takes a hell of a lot of effort to remember my plan, and keeping with the act, I wrap my arms around his neck.
Renzo tilts his head, and as his teeth tug at my bottom lip, the kiss spirals into a wild force that threatens to overwhelm me.
Holy shit. Focus.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, and my abdomen clenches hard while my stomach erupts with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Instead of having to put in effort to return the kiss, it just happens, and before I know it, I’m lost. His body presses against mine, and it makes anticipation and need build within me.
This man is like the apple in the Garden of Eden, and just like Eve, I’m tempted to take a bite.
My teeth tug at his bottom lip, and my tongue wars with his.
His addictive scent fills the air I breathe.
His hard cock presses against my thigh.
His mouth casts a spell over me until my plan is nowhere in sight, and I’m solely focused on how good it feels to kiss him.
With his one hand clamped around my neck, his other moves down the right side of my body until he reaches the bare skin of my outer thigh.
His touch has tingles racing over me, and I move my hands to the sides of his jaw. Our lips knead, and our tongues taste, creating so much friction I’m not sure I can remember my name right now.
His hand moves up, and when his fingers brush over the surgery scar, he pulls away as if I just burned him.
