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God, this man. He was going to be the death of her, and she was more than okay with that.

“Is that…bad?” Amara frowned, suddenly second-guessing herself. Maybe she was being too forward. Too eager. Too needy. Some men didn’t like that in a woman. She had learned that the hard way.

The thought sent a pang of uncertainty through her chest, but before she could dwell on it, King pulled up to a red light and turned to face her.

“Why would you ask that?” King watched her closely.

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, then sighed. “Some men don’t like women who?—"

“I am not some men, Amara.” He interrupted her. His voice was firm and deep, vibrating through the car like a promise.

Amara nodded, feeling relief because she had acted like a total slut last night.

“Your desires make you who you are,” he continued, his gaze locking onto hers. “And I am the man who will see that those desires are met.”

Oh. Amara’s lips parted, but no words came out. Did he even realize what he did to her when he spoke like that? When he looked at her like that? Heat flushed through her, her pulse hammering in her throat.

She managed a slight nod before staring out the window, mouthing the word, “Wow.”

The light turned green, and King refocused on the road. But Amara barely noticed.

Her heart was still racing. No man had ever made her feel so seen, so desired—not just for her body but for who she was. It was overwhelming yet intoxicating.

When they pulled into the parking lot, King found a spot quickly and parked. She reached for the door handle, but before shecould open it, she heard the unmistakable click of the lock engaging.

King’s voice was calm but commanding. “Amara.”

She turned to him, her pulse skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. “Yes?”

He reached out, his large, warm hand cupping her chin gently, tilting her face toward his. “You are a very special person,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Never doubt your self-worth.”

Her throat tightened.

“Your desires and passion are something any man would cherish. But know this.” His voice deepened, his expression hardening with something raw, something primal. “I will be the only man in your life to experience them. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

A shiver ran down her spine, her entire body tingling with awareness. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky but sure.

She placed her hand over his, guiding it to her cheek as she leaned into his touch. “I am yours.”

Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes. “You are mine.”

Then his lips crashed against hers. It was a soul-stealing, mind-shattering kiss that left her breathless.

King pulled away before she could catch her breath, leaving her lips tingling and her mind spinning. “Come on, Joey will be mad if we don’t break him out of here soon.”

“Wait—what?” Amara blinked as King casually exited the car as if he hadn’t just wrecked her entire existence with that kiss. What the hell just happened? She touched her lips, trying to stabilize her heart and get her thoughts in order.

By the time he opened her door, she was still dazed, still caught in the storm of King’s intensity. Sliding out of the car, she looked up at him, frustration bubbling inside her. “What the hell was that?”

King grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “What was what?” he asked innocently. Too innocently.

Her eyes narrowed. “You know what.”

His grin widened.

“That kiss,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “And then bam, you’re out of the car like it was nothing.”

King chuckled, and before she could take another breath, he pulled her against him. Her body molded to his like it belonged there, like he had some gravitational pull she couldn’t resist. His gaze scanned over the parking lot before dropping to hers.

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