Page 181 of Sins of the Heart

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SINS OF THE HEART

“What? Danger cranks your handle?”

“Cranks my—” He laughed, low and dark. “Yeah.

Maybe it does. Or maybeyoudo.”

Before she could think or move or clip him in the

jaw, he curled his fingers around the back of her neck

and dipped his head. Then his mouth was on hers,

smooth, firm lips opening on her own, his tongue in her

mouth. Sweet heat.

A tight coil of hard-edged lust twisted low in her

gut.

She had a knife in each hand, or she’d have

grabbed his ass.

Wrong place. Wrong time.

Didn’t matter.

His fingers were rough and calloused on the back

of her neck, his mouth hot on hers. He didn’t touch her

anywhere else. Not hips or thighs—and damn, she

wanted to press up against him until there wasn’t a molecule of air between them. He kissed her like he knew

her, knew every secret part of her. Exactly like he’d

done in her dreams.

Her skin felt like it was on fire. And her underwear

grew damp. From a kiss. One hungry, luscious kiss.

He withdrew. She chased him, running the tip of

her tongue along the corner of his mouth, the squared

edges of his teeth. She pushed deep, wanting more of

the taste of him. She’d never tasted anything so

damned, fucking good.

The air around them crackled with supernatural

power. Not his or hers. Something else.

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