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Her door swung open and banged against the wall, blam.
Jenn, standing next to her dresser whirled around. “Aeron?”
“Dammit, Jenn.” His eyes were wild, dark, feral. Tension pulled at his features, his mouth, his jaw.
She couldn’t move. She was frozen in place. Like a doe caught in the scope of a hunter’s rifle. “What’s wrong, Aeron?”
He charged at her like a furious bull, shoving a chair out of the way. He halted inches from her, nose flared, breathing swift.
Her heart rate spiked. She searched his eyes, trying to push through the dark shadows. “What is it? Are you angry at me?”
“No.” His hand jerked up, cupped her cheek. And her skin sizzled under his touch. A little jolt of electricity charged through her system, locking her muscles, freezing her in place. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Her gaze drifted down, to his mouth. That perfect mouth. His lips looked soft yet strong. Would she ever know how they tasted? “I…I’m trying.”
“Trying to do what?” she whispered.
“To stay away.”
“From who?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. All day she’d found herself flirting with him, stealing glances, smiling at him as he played with Logan. And he flirted back for a moment. Everything was wonderful. She felt alive and beautiful and happy.
But then he suddenly jerked away, his tone chilly, his eyes like dark river ice. Over and over that cycle repeated until at last he grumbled, “Excuse me,” stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.
It was strange and confusing. Why was he acting so hot and cold?
“You.” His thumb grazed her lip, and a shudder of need quaked through her. She curled her fingers around his wrist, holding onto it to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat. Need pulsed through her system, firing her nerves like little white-hot firecrackers.
It was just like her book, exactly like it. She’d never dreamed it could be so wonderfully painful, such longing, such wanting.
“Why?” she heard herself say. “Why stay away?”
“Because I have to. Because all I can do is hurt you.” Despite what he was saying, his head tipped, inching closer.
Was he going to kiss her?
She let her eyelids drift down and held onto his wrist with an iron-tight grip. Kiss me, every bone in her body demanded. Kiss me now. “I don’t believe you.”
“You have to.”
His breath was sweet. Intoxicating. Warm and gentle. The hand flattened against her cheek pulled her forward, easing her toward his waiting lips. Closer. He was coming closer yet. Almost there. His breath was fanning over her mouth.
But no kiss.
Seconds throbbed by.
“Aeron?”
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “Tell me now.”
“Kiss me, Aeron.” Using the hand gripping his wrist, she pulled until his mouth found hers. The instant her lips made contact with his, it felt as if the world was spinning, whirling, dipping. Brilliant lights exploded behind her closed eyelids. Blasts of heat raced through her body. She threw her other arm up, looping it around his neck, and pressed her body against his.
Oh, the agony.
Oh, the aching.
More. She had to have more. When a whimper pushed up her throat and past her parted lips, his tongue dipped inside her mouth, filling it with his sweet flavor. She practically sank to the floor.
A strong arm circled her waist and held her in place. His other hand slid around to cup the back of her head. His tongue caressed hers, plunging in and out in time to the throbbing heat crashing through her.
Dizzy, breathless, she let her legs collapse, falling into his embrace.
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