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His hot lips massaged mine in both demand and coax. The touch was intoxicating, and the first swipe of his tongue had my fingers spasming as I let go of the clothes I’d claimed. I had no idea where they went, just that my hands were now on his chest and his hand was in my hair.

With a little tug, he tilted my head to the side as he pursued my tongue with relentless determination. A groan rolled up through me as I tried to balance, but he knocked everything out from under me.

One moment it was there, and the next it had been smashed to pieces, dashed against the fiery rocks of his kiss. Suddenly, he wrenched himself away and left me unbalanced enough that I just sat down on the bed.

Panting, he stared at me like I’d sprouted a second head. Or maybe that was me staring at him. My lips tingled and my heart raced. The way he’d thrust his tongue into my mouth had been more intoxicating than a whole bottle of wine.

“You need to eat,” he said abruptly before reaching the door. It actually took him a minute to unlock it and then he was gone. The door closed and the locks tumbled into place behind him.

Touching two fingers to my lips, I let out a little shudder. I’d been playing with fire, and I’d definitely just gotten burned.

ChapterFour

MILO

The pound of my fists against the heavy bag couldn’t drive the feel of kissing her out of my brain. No, the sensation of her sweet lips beneath mine had practically branded itself on my soul. I couldn’t escape the memory of her taste or the way her tongue darted forward to meet my invasion.

All I’d wanted wasmore.For hours. Nothing had pushed that feeling or desire out of me.

I shouldn’t have put a single fucking finger on her. Yet, there she was, acting utterly unruffled by her position. If anything, she seemed more amused than upset by her incarceration.

When I brought her the food and her bag, I’d also been plagued by more than a bit of guilt because it had been hours. At first, I just needed the distance to get my libido under control. Then Liam and Rome were leaving with Freddie; there were plans to make and trucks to pack.

The best thing we could do right now was to look like everything was normal. By the time I realized how much time had passed, I felt like a complete asshole. So, I’d done a run to a high-end deli uptown, picked up the most perfect roast beef sandwiches, a couple of club sandwiches, and a pizza-stuffed sandwich that smelled as good as it tasted.

It wasn’t until I was opening the door that it hit me. I had no idea if she could even eat what I brought her. Ivy had a sensitive stomach when she was little. They said she didn’t like milk, or maybe she couldn’t digest it then. But no, she seemed fine now.

Maybe it was the kind of milk?

Fuck, I slammed my fist against the heavy bag. I couldn’t remember, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Elaine…

Yeah, that name didn’t fit her. Irritation scraped away inside my skin. Hadn’t she just told me earlier that I valued names and not people?

God. Fucking. Damn. It.

“You planning on having hands left when you’re done with that?” Kellan’s voice barely penetrated the red haze clouding my vision. Lust? Anger?

Were they any different these days?

Kissing her had been a huge fucking mistake. The press of her slight weight against me had been far too fucking alluring.

Maybe what I needed to do was go get laid. The thought of just finding a woman to fuck Lainey out of my head was as unappealing as fucking a hole in a wall. The rhythmic slam of my fists echoed the violent beat of my heart.

Why the hell had I slid my hand into her fucking hair? It had been so soft and tangled around my fingers easily. The idea of gripping it while I powered into her was an image easily summoned.

“Fuck.”

I paced away from the heavy bag and panted as I walked in a circle. We used to have the gym equipment inside, but the rebuild for Ivy’s dance studio had evicted all of it out here. It was probably better, the colder air in the warehouse should help my temper.

Should.

“You listening to me now?”

“Fuck off, Kel,” I said in between trying to get my breathing under control. I was off the goddamn chain everywhere. My temper. My dick. My lungs.

“I would,” he said without an ounce of rancor. “Except we have a problem. I can’t and won’t ignore it. Just because you say something is going to happen, doesn’t mean it is.”