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264 pages, Paperback
First published May 9, 2012
“Bending at the waist, Angelo pulled a knife and garrote wire from his boots.”
“I need you alive. I need you breathing.” He took in a breath then let it out in a rush. “I need you.”
He stroked his tongue over Pagan’s teeth and tongue, searching deep, needing more of that taste. That indescribable taste of Angelo Pagan he was quickly getting drunk on.
“Oh my God.” Gabe didn’t recognize the words falling from his lips. They sounded wrecked, ravaged. Like his insides. Staring at Pagan’s lips, red and glistening from his kisses, he couldn’t catch his breath.
Rough fingers palmed his throat. “Can you forget that, amante?” Soft kisses brushed his forehead, nose and eyes. “I can’t. I dare you to try.”
“Sometimes it scares me how natural this is,” Gabe whispered. “How I don’t question the way I feel about you. I don’t think anyone else can make me feel like I’m fucking melting every time I look into their eyes. But you do.” He grabbed a fistful of Angelo’s hair and yanked his head back. “Every single time, you do.”
Angelo Pagan leaned against the archway leading into his living room, arms crossed, relaxed sensuality oozing from his every pore. Clad in head-to-toe black, the man looked like the sexiest freaking burglar ever.
“Tell me what you want.”
“To kiss you.” The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. “Just once. To know what it's like. What you taste like.”
Pagan's eyes darkened.
“Maybe then I'll be able to forget you.”
Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. “You think it's that simple?”
Gabe held his ground. “Yeah.”
“I can’t change it and I don’t want to. You’re it for me.” Angelo’s body shook between Gabe’s legs. “I gave you my heart in that fucking interrogation room, cop, yet you’ve been holding yours hostage from me.”
"Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me.”