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the same way he always did. It has to stop. I can't be with someone who does this shit.”
    He runs a hand through his hair, then takes two steps toward me, catching me off guard. I stumble back into the marble island.
    His gold-brown eyes meet mine, searching. “I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me.”
    I don't understand his mood swings. He sounds genuine now, but I feel so confused. “Fine. I'll forgive you. But… but you have to let me go home.”
    “Charles is having them bring your car over. You'll be free to leave when it gets here. If that's what you want.” He stares into my eyes, and electricity dances between us, even though I don't want it to.
    I can smell the scent of him, the real scent of him beneath his woodsy cologne, and it's making it impossible to think clearly. He keeps his eyes on mine and gently runs his hand down my bare arm.
    I suck in a breath at the touch, and my body betrays me, warming, aching for him immediately. He takes my purse from my hand and sets it on the table beside us, and my breathing quickens as he moves closer. His eyes are dark—with lust instead of anger now. We're both feeling the same thing. I don't understand him, but I understand this . We both do.
    He leans down and presses his lips gently to mine. Fire spreads through my core, and his hand trails up and down my arm as we kiss, causing goose bumps there. I thread my fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer, feeling the hardening length of him against my hip.
    He wraps his hands under my ass, and in one swift movement, he lifts me high so I'm sitting on the counter. My shirt rides up around my thighs, and I open my legs wider, dragging him closer by his belt loops.
    His hard cock is pressed against my damp panties now, and he moans in my mouth a little as our kiss intensifies. He kneads my lower back with firm hands, and longing shoots through me, making me even wetter.
    I slide a hand over his shirt, wishing I could feel his bare skin, his rippled abs beneath. He responds by sliding a hand under my shirt, skin on skin, and unhooking my bra with a practiced movement. Then his hands are under my bra, teasing my hard nipples, and I can't contain the moan that escapes.
    If he wants to fuck me right here, right now, I'll let him. And somewhere deep inside, I might hate myself for that. Because something's wrong with this guy, and I need time to figure out what it is.
    He's just so fucking hot. And my body wants him too bad for my mind to talk me out of it.
    His hand leaves my breast, and I ache for him to touch me there again, but he focuses on my inner thigh instead, squeezing it roughly. I arch my back as his fingers tease the thin, damp fabric of my panties out of the way. He kisses me more slowly, while trailing his thumb down my clit. My breath is coming fast as he teases me, and I lean closer to urge him on. I want him inside me.
    He plunges two fingers into me. I gasp, breaking our kiss, bucking toward him. He has one arm wrapped around my back, holding me steady as he works his other hand in and out of my heat, curving his fingers upward to hit my g-spot.
    He moves his thumb around my clit, slick with my juices now, and I shudder in his arms as pleasure radiates through me.
    He suddenly stops, leaving me aching and empty, and keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pulls me even closer. My skirt rides higher, and I'm fully exposed.
    He lowers himself to his knees and gently parts my thighs so he can see everything.
    I dart a glance at the door we came in, but this house seems to be empty… No one's coming.
    Except us.
    I moan as his fingers slide beneath my panties again, pushing them out of the way. He breaks eye contact to kiss me where I'm wet. My legs shake as he slowly caresses me with his tongue, his warm breath making me ache, making me shiver.
    He's doing what he did our first drunken night together, only it's a thousand times better because we're both totally sober.
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