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“I hated that I always wondered why it bothered you so much,” she admitted. “Because I thought about it. All the time.”

My hands trembled. It was a good thing I couldn’t see her face. If she pinned those golden-green eyes on me, gave even the slightest hint that she was feeling anything on the magnitude that I was, I’d lose myself completely.

But my traitorous fingers were already lost. I traced the shell of her ear, and she shivered again. She tilted her head, granting more access, nothing I deserved.

I was looming over her now, her back only a scant inch away from my chest.

My head bowed, and the scent of her hair was too tempting to ignore. I buried my nose in the crown of her head and filled my lungs with the sweetness I found there.

The moment after I did, as I slowly pulled away and wondered how I’d blame the whiskey forsniffing her hair, Zoe turned, tilting her head up, and the full impact of her eyes sent an electrifying jolt through my chest that I wasn’t prepared for.

Her pupils were blown wide. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and her lips opened in a gentle O.

For a few heartbeats, I could hardly register what I was seeing in her face because I’d wanted it for so long.

It was desire—reciprocal and clear—and the realization dealt a staggering blow. The desperate way I’d craved her for so long clawed at my reserve.

I wasn’t strong enough to deny myself.

Not anymore.

I didn’t know who moved next. She surged up onto her feet, I swooped down, and our mouths clashed in a fierce kiss.

At the touch of her lips, bone-melting relief had me groaning into her mouth.

But we weren’t close enough. I couldn’t get my body close enough. Never close enough.

With one hand, I knocked the stool out of her way and wrapped my arm around her waist as it fell onto the ground in a loud clatter.

Her lips were so sweet and delicious. Her skin was soft and firm, and I wanted to absorb her into my entire being.

There was no hesitation, not a single heartbeat in which we didn’t take exactly what we wanted from the other.

And we took.

We took and took and took.

With tongues and teeth, sucked-in breaths, and hands furiously grappling against skin.

Zoe clutched my head in her hands, opening that sweet, sweet mouth when I licked at the seam of her lips.

The dirty sweep of my tongue over hers had her body melting into mine. The power of this kiss almost knocked my knees out from under me, because it was nothing I’d prepared for.

The universe split open, bursting at the seams with something new and vivid, revealed just by the way she kissed me.

In my wildest dreams, I’d never imagined it would be this good. And I’d imagined a lot.

My fingers dug into her hair, all that glorious golden hair, and I tilted her head to the side, deepening the way I could take her kiss.

Take her mouth. Take her sounds and her breath.

I’d take all of it, just in this one moment that I had it.

Her arms wound around my neck, her back arching as I slid my hands up and down, touching as much of her as I could. Up the supple line of her back, down until I could fill my hands with the curves of her backside. I bent at the knees to get a better angle, my hips pressing my hardness against her belly, and she let out the sweetest mewling sound.

I wrenched my mouth away, keeping my forehead tight to hers. “Fuck, I could live off that sound, Valentine. Give me more.”

Then I sucked up the line of her jaw, tugging at the velvety-soft lobe of her ear with my teeth while she gasped for breath. Her cool, clever hands tracked down my chest, pushing at the hem of my shirt until she could find purchase on my overheated skin underneath the flimsy cotton that separated us.

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