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“I also didn’t see or hear you creep up behind us when you asked me to dance.”

I swallow hard.

“But I was never more relieved to have you behind me like that.”

I can’t feel my feet.

“You’re a big guy.” She runs her hands up my chest and my insecurities try to claw my confidence to shreds. “That’s a massive turn on, Carson.”

I turn to face her. “I’m nothing like your ex.”

Fuck, why did I have to say that?

“I’m glad, because he was a pussy.” Mak scrapes her nails across my pecs. “I’m hoping you’re a beast.”

Hoping? “I’m a fucking animal when I want to be, Mak.” And part of me is worried she won’t be able to handle that.

“Do you want to be an animal right now, Carson?” She tips her head like a cat studying a mouse.

How the fuck did I just become the mouse? “Do you want me to be an animal?”

“I wouldn’t have signed that contract otherwise.”

True. But that was before she saw me in person. Before she kissed me. Before she touched me.

Speaking of which, I can’t believe I haven’t felt nauseous with her hands on me like this. Usually, I have to fight to let a woman touch me without my asking, but Mak’s fingers have zero boundaries and I find myself craving for her to keep going.

I step closer to her and tower over her. She’s a petite thing. Maybe five-foot-two in those boots. I’m six-three and the height difference feels a lot bigger considering I’m easily a hundred and fifty pounds heavier than her. And that’s being conservative.

“I like a man who can throw his weight around,” she says to me. “I want someone who can tackle me down and pin me… who can crush me if he wanted to, but won’t.”

That’s me. I’m that guy.

“I want someone who can douse me with fear and lust at the same time. Who keeps me safe and spikes my adrenaline in the same breath.” She runs her hand up to my throat and wraps her dainty little fingers around my neck. “I want someone who shows me how to live wildly.” She tips her head to the side again. “Are you that someone, Carson?”

My dick is so fucking hard I can’t move.

“Answer me. Because if it’s yes, then we’re going to have a lot of fun together. If it’s a no, I’ll leave now. No harm, no foul.”

I quickly knock her hand off my throat and step forward. She steps back, her mouth parted a little as if she might squeak. I prowl after her as she keeps moving backwards until her ass hits my front door.

A growl slips from my lips. “You sure about this, Mak?”

“Yes.” Her pupils are huge. There are still things we need to lay out, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this moment slip through my fingers because I want to play by the rules and do things like I’ve always done them.

“Last chance,” I warn, pressing my palms against the door, caging her in.

“I want this, Carson. I want you.”

“Bare or covered?” I’m shocked I have the brain cells to make this conversation. All my blood has gone to my rock-hard dick.

“What?”

I grab my cock and shove my groin forward. “Am I fucking you raw or not, Mak?”

“Umm. Yes?”

“Is that a question or an answer?”