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    Whatever it was, staying was a bad idea. She chanced a look his way. He was still waiting for her to tell him if she was going to stay for coffee but she was feeling more panicky by the second.
    Breathing hard as if she’d been running, she fought the urge to run her fingers over his soft-looking denim shirt. The cuffs were turned up, exposing his strong, mouth-wateringly sexy forearms. And when had forearms become sexy?
    Damn it. She was really losing it.
    Her seesaw of emotions must have shown because his pupils expanded until they were almost black, his lids dropped to half-mast. He stepped closer and her lips parted.
    When her tongue touched her bottom lip, he drew in a harsh breath at the same time as he reached for her, cupped his hand around her neck and pulled her forward.
    Before she could react he was savaging her mouth, kissing her with an intensity she’d never experienced before. The storm raging outside echoed the storm raging inside of her, making her senses soar in response. She threw her arms around him and pulled him closer, needing to feel his hard length against her.
    His tongue swept inside her mouth, learning her, tasting her. God, she’d never felt like this from just from a simple kiss. Then again, there was nothing simple about this kiss. Nothing innocent, or forgettable either. She was already getting wet for him, and judging by the erection pressed against her belly he was hot and ready for her too.
    How the hell had this happened? They’d gone from zero to a hundred in no time flat. No man had ever taken her to heights like this, not even during full-out sex. And this was just a kiss .
    She didn’t want it to end. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, dueling with his, tasting his essence. Devouring him. The sound of the torrential rain fueling the intensity of the moment.
    His one hand speared into her hair and the other slid down her back and squeezed her behind, pulling her closer to him, harder into his already rock-hard cock. A cock that was more than ready to fulfill its intended purpose in life.
    And there was no denying she wanted it. Wanted it with a pure hunger like she’d never known before. Wanted it with longing because she’d missed being this way with a man. Wanted it because she was undeniably a glutton for punishment.
    Because pain was the only thing this would lead to.
    Her sexual high came crashing down around her. Hadn’t Davis taught her that all men wanted was sex? Didn’t matter with who as long as they could stick their dick into a willing woman. Didn’t matter who else was in their life. Didn’t matter whose heart was ripped clear out of their chest in the process. Nothing mattered except what they wanted.
    She tore her lips from his, gasping for breath as if she’d just run a race. Thunder and lightning cracked overhead and rain hammered against the windows in a violent downpour that echoed her inner turmoil.
    Backing away, she tried to make sense of what had happened, of how she felt. She touched her fingers to her still-tingling lips. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Her voice barely whispered past her lips and she hated that she sounded so weak.
    His gaze pinned her to the spot, eyes blazing with banked passion. “Why not? We’re both free and single. I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks.”
    Panic took a stronger hold of her, dragging hyper-awareness in its wake. Something had shifted inside of her. Something she’d worked long and hard to bury deep and keep locked away safe where it couldn’t be damaged. Where it couldn’t be trampled under careless boots.
    Safe from predatory men. Men like Marcus who wanted nothing more than to sample every female who came within their orbit. That vulnerable something was now exposed.
    And it was all Marcus’s fault.
    Damn it. She didn’t want to feel this way. Not ever again. And certainly not for someone like him. Her friends had almost convinced her to just go for the sex, and she’d been sorely