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She paused for a second, gave her a pointed look and told her to, “Deal with it, butthead.”

She opened the door and swung it inward. When she looked up, the look on Heath’s face almost gutted her.

He looked… lost.

The skin under his eyes was dark.

There was a pallor to his skin that made her anger fade.

Reaching out, she toggled the lock, opening it.

Mari pushed the door open as he stepped back and reached for him.

He wrapped his hand around her forearm and stepped inside, pulling her hard against his body as the screen door slammed shut behind him.

She felt her anger rise again at his rough handling, but the moment his mouth crashed down over hers, anger blended into passion.

“Fuck-”

She swallowed his voice, her hands fisting in his T-shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

His tongue delved into her mouth, and she felt a little weak in the knees.

“I made a mistake, Mari.”

His hands gripped her backside as he pushed a leg between hers. He lifted her and she ground her hips against him.

“I fucking need you.”

He was talking when he wasn’t kissing her, which wasn’t much more than a second or two here and there.

The anger she felt didn’t stand a chance against the sudden rise of need she felt as he stopped and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter.

He worked his mouth down to her throat, closing his lips over her pulse.

The kind of pressure that he was applying on her skin was going to leave a mark and so she returned the favor, working her hands free from between them.

She plucked at his T-shirt, grabbing handfuls around his shoulders.

He pulled his lips free from her throat long enough to help her strip off his T-shirt, and then he went right back to what he was doing, making her lose her mind.

She put her hands on his back, urging him closer, tilting her head back to give him more room.

Mari rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tip of her index finger and felt a kind of delicious satisfaction that her nails were long enough to leave a mark.

Just as she gripped his shoulders, she felt his teeth glide over her cotton covered nipple.

Her whole body clenched and when he nudged her tank top aside and skimmed his teeth over her sensitive flesh again, she felt heat flood her sex.

“Again,” she spoke, almost breathless. “Do it again.”

His lips surrounded her nipple, and she felt his teeth bite down.

“Heath…”

He pushed in, tipping her back on the counter and she grabbed at him reflexively.