“Say the words,” I demand, the urge to kiss her becoming overwhelming. “Which ones?” her breaths fan over my lips. “You’re mine.” She lifts her hands, placing them against my chest. “I’m yours.” My mouth crushes against hers, needing to taste the promise of her words. Needing to taste her. My body pushes hers back until she’s pressed against the wall, my self-control slipping through my fingers at the speed of light. Her unique sweet flavor bursts over my tongue, the velvet feel of her mouth threatening to drive me wild. Jesus. I lift both my hands to her face, and holding her in place, I
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