“I took a big step back and stiffened my spine. There wasn’t room to take a second. I was up against the wall. Literally.
“So we’ll be seeing more of one another from now on,” he continued, planting his palms flat on either side of my head. His gaze drifted lower, fixing onto my lips. “A lot more…”
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned, pushing hard on his chest.
He didn’t budge. Instead, he dipped closer. So close his breath warmed my cheeks. “And what if I’m already thinking about it?” The question was thick, rough with desire. “What if I’ve been thinking about it for a long time?”
“Then you need to stop.”
“I’d rather not.”
With a frustrated grunt, I ducked out from under his arms. “What is your problem?”
“You, you’re my fucking problem,” he growled in reply, grabbing my wrist, “and I’m going to fix it one way or another.”
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