Page 25 of The Break Down

I’m not like this.

Never like this.

But with her?

With Finley?

I’m fucking feral.

I want to taste every inch of her. Brand my name into her skin. Hear her say it back.

Mine, mine, mine.

I’m not thinking anymore. I’m just feeling.

And what I feel isher.

Every ragged breath, every aching inch of me.

I don’t just want to have her.

I want to ruin her for anyone else.

CHAPTER EIGHT-FINLEY

The vending machine hums behind me, but all I can hear is my own heartbeat.

Loud.

Erratic.

Desperate.

Koa is right here, and he’s, well, he’s kissing me like a man possessed.

His chest is rising and falling against mine.

But it’s like he’s holding back something dangerous.

His eyes are dark, glittering like obsidian glass. They lock onto mine, our lips still attached, and for a long second neither of us moves.

Then he says, low and rough against my mouth, “You should’ve stayed in the RV.”

I blink up at him. “Why?”

“Because I can’t keep pretending anymore.”

Before I can even gasp, he grabs my wrist—gently, but firmly—and pulls me around the side of the shed.

It’s late. No one else is around. But I’ve never been an exhibitionist.

Still, I can’t deny how much I want him.

My heart is racing and my body aches in places I’ve ignored for too long.

We disappear into the shadowed alcove at the back, out of view but still dangerously exposed.

My back hits the wall, cool and rough against my skin, and then he’s there.

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