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I untie the halter neck and strip out of the jumpsuit, tugging it off my bare feet. I’m standing in my underwear, running the fabric under water, when the door opens.

Harrison fills the doorway, a silent, hulking presence. He’s stripped down to his shorts, his hard body impossible to ignore.

“Ash was using the other one,” I say over the thudding of my heart as I turn back to the sink, continuing to rinse my outfit.

“What is that?” He’s at my side the next moment, catching my wrist and turning it over so his thumb presses against the sensitive underside. He traces the shape, and his touch sends my pulse skittering more than the feel of the needle buzzing across my skin.

“A tattoo.”

“You copied my scar.”

My jaw drops at his audacity. “First, that’s not a thing. Second, it looks nothing like your scar. They’re crowns. That’s the only thing alike. Mine is small. Simple. These parts are curved, and… it’s part of my logo. Little Queen is part of me.”

I jerk my arm back, balling up the jumpsuit and dropping it on the counter.

Charged blue eyes lift to mine. “Why are you here, Raegan?”

“You’re a petulant asshole who stole my clothes.”

“In Ibiza.”

“You really want to talk about that now?”

“You’re standing half-naked in my bathroom,” he says softly. “You don’t want to know what I want, love.”

My eyelids drift down again to the outline of his thick erection against his black shorts.

Distance destroyed my heart, but it fed our chemistry. I’ve been without him so damn long, and every inch of me is begging to close the space between us. But letting him touch me will mess with my head, make it harder to remember we’re not together and we won’t be getting back together.

He circles my wrist with his large hand. There’s no way he can’t feel my thudding pulse.

“Tell me one thing and I’ll let you walk out of here. Did you miss me?” he asks.

“No.”

His lips caress my wrist, and my knees sag.

“Liar. I can’t read your thoughts, but I can read your body. The way your eyes shine. How you breathe through your mouth instead of your nose. The way you sway toward me, daring me to touch you. I know what you want as clearly as I know what I want.”

I can’t hold in the moan, not when his tongue traces the same path as his lips, sending trails of fire up my arm that have my breasts pulling tight.

His eyes darken with intent. “You have five seconds to leave before I push you against the wall and take what’s mine.”

“My body doesn’t belong to you,” I whisper, not moving to leave.

“No. But the way you react to me does. Five.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“You’re about to be full of me. Four.”

I look past him toward the door. “You’ll never have me back, Harrison.”

“Three,” he rumbles with a wink, and I feel the shiver from that wink all the way through me. “Last chance.”

“Go to hell.”

“Only if you’re coming with me. Two.”