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“Was that your first kiss?”

I shook my head, shivers running down my body as his mouth brushed my ear.

“Have you been kissed…anywhere else?” His right hand slid around my hip along the crease of my thigh, directing all my attention to that growing furnace between my legs. I had to fight not to whimper.

I nodded.

His fingers paused just before the spot I really wanted him to touch me. God, please touch me a little lower.

“Did he…kiss you right?”

I barely remembered those thirty seconds or so my ex had been down there. I shook my head even as I leaned back into Conor.

“That’s a shame. If you give me his name and address, I’ll cut his tongue out for you.”

I swallowed a knot down. “Are you trying to scare me?”

He chuckled and his breath on my neck made my nipples pebble to painful tips. “You should be terrified of me, little thief. I’m not a good man.” His fingers started to move again, started to slide in between my legs.

“Conor…”

His hand suddenly dropped from my body. His body moved off mine. Cold air rushed around my hip, my thigh, into my heart. “You should leave. Now. While you still can.”

I let out a huff of frustration. This again. I was getting sick of his push-pull bullshite.

“Fine. I’m gone.” I barely had my hand out for the handle before he pushed me up against the door.

“Do you feel me? What you do to me?” he growled. The thick ridge of his hard cock rubbed against my ass. “I would destroy you.”

I groaned. That’s exactly what I wanted.

“Then destroy me,” I dared.

I jolted as he slammed a fist against the door.

“This is wrong, Aurnia.” My name a growl on his lips. “I should be figuring out how to pull this business out of the fucking ground, instead I’m spending my time fighting with myself not to lay you out on that tattoo chair and take my fill of you.”

I sucked in a breath as my clit throbbed.

“I bet I could take all of you,” I said.

He released me just long enough to spin me. I was slammed against the door as he pinned me to it, kissing me long and deep. I drank him in. Tasting him. Melting into him.

He kissed me like I was the oxygen he needed to breathe. At the same time, he touched me like he hated me, one hand fisting in my hair and tugging until I whimpered. His other hand kneaded my breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the nipple through my shirt.

Oh God. This was every-fucking-thing I dreamed about. And more. So much more. And I needed so much more…