Page 61 of Silver Fox Puck

And I almost did.

I almost lost the last shred of control I had and kissed her right there on that sidewalk.

Instead, I walked away. And now? Now I’m ruined and I know it.

Because I can still feel her. I still want her. And I don’t fucking lose control like this.

Not for anyone. And especially not for a woman who lives to test me.

I press a hand to my forehead, forcing myself to breathe.

Just let it go.

Let. It. Go.

Then my phone vibrates. I glance at the screen.

Kenzie.

My pulse slams. A slow, dark heat coils low in my stomach—dangerous, unstoppable. She’s testing me. Daring me. And she has no idea just how fucking close I am to breaking.

I warned her, but she doesn’t listen. Her address comes up on my screen next. Damn it. I toss my phone onto the passenger seat. Grip the wheel so damn tight my knuckles turn white. Then, before I can think—before I can talk myself out of it—I throw the car into drive. This ends tonight.

I barely remember the journey. One second, I’m gripping the steering wheel, forcing myself to breathe.

The next?

I’m outside her apartment, staring at her door like it personally wronged me.

This is a bad idea. A stupid, reckless, irreversible idea.

The door swings open. Kenzie blinks up at me, completely unbothered. Like she knew I wouldn’t not come when she sent me her address.

Her lips curve. "Took you long enough."

Something dark and molten slides through my veins.

I step in. Close. So close I can feel the warmth radiating off her skin, can see the way her pulse flutters at the base of her throat.

She tilts her chin up, but I don’t miss the way her breath catches.

"You wanted my attention?" Low and dark—a warning and a promise all at once.

Her smirk deepens.

"Seems like I got it."

Damn.

Even now, she’s still pushing. Still looking at me like she’s untouchable. Like she has any clue what I’m about to do to her. My fingers skim up her arm—light, teasing. Just enough to make her breath hitch.

"Tell me, Flight," I murmur, watching her pupils dilate. "Do you have any idea what happens when you push me too far?"

Her breath catches. But she doesn’t back away. Instead, she tilts her chin up. And smirks.

"Why don’t you show me?"

My grip tightens. I snap.

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