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her even closer.
    She tightened her legs around him, arching into him—
    And he broke the kiss, so abruptly she gasped and her eyes flew open to stare into his, the burnished gold darkened with passion. He stared at her for endless seconds, before he put one hand on her nape and guided her head onto his shoulder.
    “Whoa, sweetheart. Just…give me a minute.” He released a long breath. “Holy shit.”
    With lust still burning in her veins like lava, she had to agree. Holy shit was right.
    The hand at her nape began a slow massage, as though he was trying to gentle her. His heart raced against hers, letting her know just how much he’d been into that kiss.
    So why had he pulled away?
    Hell, you threw yourself at him. What man wouldn’t be turned-on by that?
    True.
    Had she misread him? Had he only been responding to her desire and not his own?
    Did he think she’d acted like a slut?
    Her heart began to pound, anxiety spreading like ice water through her body.
    “Tam. Are you okay?”
    Shit . No, she wasn’t okay. She was an idiot. A fucked-up mess.
    She had to get out of there.
    Unwrapping her legs from his waist, she let them hang, silently asking him to put her down.
    Obviously, the man didn’t take hints because he swung her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all and walked into the house.
    With her face buried in his neck, she couldn’t ever remember a man carrying her like this. Was she wrong to like it so much?
    In the kitchen, he set her on the breakfast bar, planted one hand next to her hip and put the other under her chin to lift her head so he could look into her eyes.
    His gaze held no censure, only concern. “ Tamra . Are you all right?”
    No, she didn’t think she was. Emotions she hadn’t had to deal with for months rioted through her body.
    She wanted him, which was both exhilarating and confusing. She wanted to lose herself in him, but now he stared at her like he was worried about her mental state. And she really didn’t want him to worry about that.
    “Are you sorry you kissed me?” she asked.
    His eyebrows downshifted hard. “Hell no. I’m just…” He straightened and scraped a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Tamra . I don’t want to scare you.”
    He said that as if he knew she had reason to be scared. But he couldn’t know. “Do I look scared?”
    He continued to stare into her eyes and she began to worry that he could see all her secrets, all the darkness, all the chaos she tried to keep locked inside. All of which receded when he kissed her.
    God, when he kissed her…
    He sighed, his mouth flattening into a tight line. “No. You don’t. Still, I’m sorry. That was—”
    “Yeah, sorry is so not what I want to hear right now.”
     
    Kyle’s eyes narrowed and the lust he’d tried to stuff back into its dark corner started to fight him.
    No, she didn’t look scared.
    She looked turned-on. Hot. For him.
    After he’d practically devoured her.
    He’d never done that before. He’d never grabbed a woman and kissed her just because she made him hornier than he’d ever been in his life.
    Gods damn it, she was twenty-three, fifteen fucking years younger than him. He wasn’t supposed to be the one acting like a hormone-ridden teenager.
    He sighed. “Look, I don’t want you to think I attack every woman who comes into my house.”
    Shit . He hadn’t meant to say that, to use that word. Attack. Hadn’t meant to remind her…
    She stilled but then a sweet smile curved her lips and made his already hard dick throb.
    “You didn’t attack me,” she said so softly he barely heard her. “But I’m glad to hear this isn’t your normal greeting,” she said. “I have to admit this is a first for me too. I’m not normally…so forward.”
    No, she’d been emotionally stunted by a violent attack that he supposedly knew nothing about. He sighed and tried to smile back but it was tough. “Okay, let’s agree this is something new and different for both of us. I