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My voice had deepened, and her eyes widened, though the expression in them was unreadable.
“I’m not working with anyone,” she said on a sigh. She paused for a moment then shrugged. “Well, except you.”
“The last time someone betrayed him, my father did prison time. He’s not going to let that happen again,” I warned.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you I don’t know anything?”
She was angry now and a little bit rattled.
The anger I could handle, and the rattled I appreciated.
She was smart, and despite everything, I could acknowledge that.
But she needed to understand that no matter what she thought of me, my father was vicious and some others were even worse.
Based on the expression on her face now, she seemed to be getting it.
“And as I said, it’s not me you have to worry about. So, if you see something, even if you don’t think it’s important, you need to tell me. If don’t know, I can’t protect you,” I finally said.
She laughed, then let out a little snort, which I found adorable. “Protect me? You’re the reason I aminvolved in all this.”
She had been looking down but gasped and locked eyes with mine when I grabbed her chin.
“No. You can blame your father for that,” I said through clenched teeth. My patience was growing thin, to say nothing of my temper.
She stared at me angrily, her eyes bright with it.
But they weren’t just bright with anger.
I saw the passion in them and found it impossible to resist.
I moved closer to her, then closer, drawing out the anticipation, mostly to torture myself.
She was still mad.
I was too, but that didn’t matter in this moment.
In fact, the anger I felt only fueled my desire for her, and I got the sense that she felt the same.
When my lips were a millimeter from hers, I paused, met her eyes, and then kissed her.
It had been days since I had touched her. Far, far too long since I had tasted her.
In that moment, my anger at her, concerns about my father, and the need for her that had ridden me relentlessly combusted.
I gripped her face tighter, held her head still as I pushed my tongue between her lips and kissed her deeply, thoroughly, tasting every inch of her mouth.
She arched her back, the hard tips of her breasts brushing against my chest.
I broke the kiss and then skimmed my hands down her chest, gripping tits that filled my hands to overflowing.
I stared at her, saw the anger, the passion in her eyes.
Her kiss-roughened lips.
Wondered if I would ever have enough of her.
Wondered if there was such a thing.
