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I inhaled, willing myself to think past the tingles rippling up my arm. “I know.” He lowered his head to kiss the inside of my wrist, and I gave up on trying to resist. Noah just hit different. His gentle side lulled me into feeling like nothing could possibly hurt me, and the feral side I’d just seen backed it up.
Hard Hitter (Wild Card, #3)
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