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“You’re so hot when you throw that sass around.” He rumbles, lowering his head, he adds.

“I’m done keeping my distance from you,” leaning in with his arms on either side of me, effectively locking me in place, and I can't help but audibly swallow.

Even though I know I’m at a disadvantage in this position, I sass back without thinking of the consequences.

“Oh, is that right? And what about what I want?” This should be good.

“Oh pretty girl, I know for a fact you want the same thing I do. I can see it every time you look at me. I can even smell what you want right now,” he speaks with complete confidence. I would’ve expected someone like him who knows what he does to women, that he was being cocky, but he wasn’t, he believed his own bullshit, and because of it, I wanted to fight even harder.

I'm mortified, my cheeks blazing, and there's nowhere for me to hide. But did I even really want to?

Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I push back.

“If I didn’t know back then, I certainly know now you’ve really got tickets on yourself, don’t you?” I say, trying to get off the counter, but it’s no use as he corners me in with his arms on either side of me, muscular arms that are covered in ink; and I’m feeling light-headed with his scent.

“I just know what I want,” he says simply. And I wish itwerethat simple. Especially since he came here already feeling buzzed. But still I play along.

“Oh? And what’s that?” I ask in a voice that somehow comes out in a breathy whisper, digging myself even deeper in the hole I dug.

I can see he’s being sincere, but it’s also mixed with a glazed look in his gaze, reminding me he’s buzzed if not drunk off his ass and just knows how to hide it well. Which takes me aback.

“You. It’s been you since we saw each other at the fight all those years ago. I’ve not been able to get you off my mind since.”

“Even knowing my stepbrother was the one who shot you?” I hiss back, still fighting him, looking nervously around the room, unable to meet his eyes.

Ky freezes, staring back at me in disbelief. Pulling back slightly.

“Wait. What? Did you just say stepbrother?” He searches my face, probably looking for a lie.

I roll my eyes. “You didn’t honestly think I’d be married to the asshole, did you?” I ask, anger simmering on the surface.

“Well, yeah. The way the MC at the fight introduced you to the crowd.” He shrugs. “Who wouldn’t?”

I ball my fist, connecting with his shoulder, trying to push him away so he would let me go.

“I think it best you leave.” I grit through my teeth. But he’s like stone, unwilling to budge.

Wrapping his arm around me, he brings my torso flush with his, my legs wrap involuntarily around his waist.

“That’s not happening, sweetness,” He replies, his eyes boring into mine. “But I will say this; your brother has an overdue meeting with my fists one of these days. Now, enough talk,” he growls.

I wanted to tell him about Willow right then and there, but the words just wouldn’t come. I need to find the best time to do it, not when we’re about to have sex. I wanted to tell him so many things. But now just wasn’t the right time. Right now, I wanted to feel his arms around me, and him inside me. And I wasn’t going to ruin the moment. There was enough time for truth bombs, later.

Ky’s wobbly on his feet as he stands, shocking me speechless as he unbuttons his jeans.

I can’t help but stare back at him for a beat, watching as he finally stands there only in his jeans, which are unbuttoned and unzipped. My throat constricts as I swallow.

“What are you doing?” I croak nervously. I can’t let him stand naked in my kitchen. What if Willow were to wake up and see him?

Before he tosses the shirt across the kitchen, I take it from him, unable to stop ogling his tattoo-filled torso. He wasn’t overly muscular, but to me, he was perfect.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he notices my gaze linger on the Such Is Life tattoo inked across his chest. With wings on either side.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” He chuckles as I blush. “Are you gonna undress for me, or am I gonna have to do it for you?” he adds.

As my eyes widen, I quickly clear my throat to regain composure. “This wasn’t the plan for tonight.” I croak.

“When was the last time you’ve done something spontaneous?” he asks me, pulling back slightly.