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“But better for you in the long run.” His smile fades away. Something dark and haunted replaces it. Which only makes me want to ask a dozen questions. “You don’t want to know me.”

“Are you sure?” I tilt my chin toward him. My lips part slightly, and god, I’m practically begging him to come closer.

I know he’s right. The whole gun thing made it pretty obvious. I should get up and go. I shouldrunlike my life depends on it.

But I have to know more.

Ineedto know more.

This man’s a mystery, a gorgeous freaking mystery, and I’m not the kind of person that can ignore so many unanswered questions.

Like, why does he keep looking at me like he wants to tear my body to pieces?

“I’m positive,” he says, eyes locked on me.

Then I do something stupid. I’m not even sure why. But my mouth opens, and I say something very, very stupid.

“If tonight’s not happening, then what if you didn’t kiss me?” I blurt out.

His eyes widen slightly. My heart’s beating right up into my throat. I don’t know what made me say that or why I’m being so bold, but if I’m not going to get what I need, at least I can get what I want.

And I really, really want this man.

Yep, I’m definitely a disturbed individual.

“What if I didn’t stop at kissing you?” he asks in that low, sensual voice. “What if I ran a hand through your hair, held it tight, and didn’t let go until I was finished with you?”

Oh,fuck.

“Then that wouldn’t happen, which would be totally fine” I say, basically whimpering at this guy. “At least, not by tomorrow morning. Right now?—”

He leans forward, one hand gripping the back of my neck, and crushes my mouth with his.