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When she put it like that, I sounded like a dick. I stepped closerto her and unfairly placed the blame on her. “If you wanted to be kissed that bad, you could have just told me.”

Confusion clouded her eyes. “What does that mean?”

I would regret this.So much. I cupped her face with both of my hands, and lowered my head, so my mouth was hovering near hers. I loved the gasp that escaped her lips. I wanted to swallow that gasp and a thousand more.

“It means, I think you need to be properly kissed.”

My mouth found hers and I wasn’t gentle. My kiss was filled with all my pent-up lust, desire, and frustration. Her moan sounded like a plea. I scooped her up, my hands on her tight ass, pinning her against the wall so she was helpless to do anything but receive. The taste of her inflamed my need. The softness of her mouth beneath mine felt like exquisite torture. My cock swelled and strained against my jeans as I ground against her.

“Oh God,” she tilted her head back, so my mouth could ravage a trail down her neck. Her fingers tangled in my hair pulled my face back to hers.

Her sweet mouth was desperate against mine. Her tongue was so playful, tantalizing, and insistent that I wanted to devour her whole.

How had I ever mistaken her for an innocent who needed sheltering? She was pure woman. A sultry vixen writhing in my arms, yanking my hair as she pulled my mouth against her. Her legs squeezed around my waist. She was a promise of hot, wild, pulsing sex that never ended.

My need for Zoey, burned so deep in my gut, I thought I’d combust.

I lifted my head up, completely out of breath. “Let’s get out of here.”

“So we can have sex?”

Yes. Fuckyes. I pressed my forehead against her. I couldn’t do this to her. I couldn’t take advantage of her. Using the last vestige of my control, I said. “That’s such a bad idea.”

“Don’t say that.”

“You know it is.”

Her swollen mouth pouted. “Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a tease.” Then she squirmed out of my arms and walked towards the bar, leaving me and my raging hard-on in her wake.

Holy shit. I walked further into the darkness of the hallway while I struggled to get my body under control. I couldn’t reconcile Zoey, as I knew her, with the hot as fuck, sex goddess who had been writhing in my arms without an ounce of hesitation. I had experienced a taste and now I wanted more. A lot more.

I needed to get drunk. So drunk, I got a whiskey dick and didn’t do something I regretted.

CHAPTER 28

ZOEY

My legs wobbledas I walked away from Ryan. I felt drunk on lust. Thatkisshad changed everything. It made me feel something I had never felt before.

Until now, Ryan’s kisses had been safe and gentle. I had lost my mind when he pinned me against the wall and pushed his body against mine while he kissed the life out of me. He had shown me a dominant, masculine side of himself and I had loved it. I shivered just thinking about it. He had been completely in control of me, and instead of scaring me, it made me want to beg for more.

Except he didn’t want to give me more.

I told myself it didn’t matter. I had taken enough from him. Shelter, food, clothing, his time, and protection. I was the person that Bianca warned me I was. Hell, if he didn’t want to have sex with me, I needed to stop being so greedy and I needed to respect his decision.

I tried walking past the dance floor, but Justin grabbed me and pulled me to join him in a crazy line dance. It was easier than sitting at the same table as Ryan and trying to act normal. I danced four line dances and then let Dylan try to teach me how to two-step.

Each time I stole a peek at Ryan, his eyes burned hot, watching my every move. Mica sat with him. They didn’t talk, but they drank. And the entire time I danced, every time I looked over at Ryan, he watched me. The possessiveness of his gaze reminded me of the intensity of his kisses.

Two hours later, Mica appeared at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for me to come and talk to him.

“Ryan needs to get back to the hotel.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll grab my coat.”

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