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“Don’t get up,” Honey said, getting to her feet and setting the drink on a coaster atop the coffee table.

I stood up anyway, reaching out for her. To stop her. Arson had woken up and started meowing about it.

“Honey, wait,” I said, and she pivoted around.

“Yes, Bren?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Hey,” she said, her voice soft. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. She couldn’t leave like this. I couldn’t let her leave like this.

“Honey Bea,” I said, my voice breaking. I knew, even if she absolutely ruined my life, that if I let her walk out, I would never forgive myself.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her toward me. She came, with halting steps until her body was pressed up against mine. One of my hands gripped her side, sinking into her curves and the other went into her hair and circled the back of her neck. Holding onto her made everything better.

“Bren?” she asked.

“Just kiss me,” I breathed before I did exactly that. It wasn’t a conscious choice to kiss her. It was a necessity. A basic need.

Honey made a little sound of surprise and then kissed me back, eagerly matching my energy as I struggled to taste all of her at once. Her tongue, her teeth, the insides of her cheeks, her lips. I wanted to swallow her whole.

Honey seemed to be of the same mind as she drove her tongue into my mouth, reaching and searching and taking.

It was a battle of a kiss and it was perfect.

At some point I’d pressed her up against my door, driving my hips toward hers, crushing my body against hers.

“Bren,” she breathed when we both gasped for air.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not even sure what I was apologizing for.

Honey lifted her hand and tucked some hair behind my ear, tugging gently at my lobe.

“What are you sorry for?” she asked, her kiss-swollen lips forming a smile.

“I attacked you,” I said.

Honey laughed softly. “Did you hear me complaining?”

No. But I still didn’t want to push her too much. Honey was sweet and soft and didn’t need to be kissed like that.

I decided to kiss her again, this time with more restraint. Soft, deep kisses that were no less mind-altering.

She pulled back and gave me a quizzical look.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Kissing you? What do you mean?” Honey stroked the back of my neck and I wanted to lean into her touch. God, she wastouchingme, and I couldn’t get enough.

“You were kissing me differently,” she said. “Why?”

I licked my lips, almost moaning at the taste of her. No doubt she’d taste incredible everywhere. I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs and make her scream until her voice went hoarse. Until she was crying and telling me she couldn’t come anymore. Until she was so worn out she couldn’t even move.

“Because you should have what you deserve,” I told her.

Honey’s brows drew together in confusion.