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it wanted. She damn well wanted to kiss him. Wanted to with everything in her. She wanted to feel, to experience,
to enjoy . Give in. Maybe one kiss was just what she needed. She’d
overcome so much, told herself she was strong, but truth was she was still so
weak, still afraid of so much. She’d convinced herself to believe in the most
comfortable path—avoidance. Maybe what she neededwas to prove she could .
Not to him, not for his sake, not because he’d dared her to but for herself .
    She could do this; she could do a kiss. But it would be her
way—on her terms. Had to be on her terms.
    Brooke tightened her hold on his shirt, looked into his eyes
and forced all hesitation from her voice. “Listen carefully. You’re not going
to move. You’re going to stay still like a good boy. You’re going to keep your
hands to yourself and behave. Understand?”
    His brows rose slightly but his mouth turned up at the
corner. “I’m at your mercy, Mistress.”
    She ignored his sarcasm and released his shirt then slid her
palm over his chest, over the wide sweep of his shoulder and wrapped her hand
around the back of his neck. The soft hair at his nape brushed her fingers.
Hesitation stiffened her knuckles but she drew him down and placed her other
hand on his cheek, holding him in place.
    His lips hovered in front of her. His wide, full mouth. The
sexiest mouth she’d ever seen. When he smiled it took over his face, revealed
all his straight teeth. A little predatory, a little mischievous, completely
erotic. She moved her thumb and brushed his lower lip. It slid like a petal
under the pad of her thumb, soft yet firm. She wanted to suck that lip, nip it
with her teeth. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t twitched. He followed the rules. Maybe
she could?
    Brooke breathed in deep and pressed her mouth to his. Warmth
spread from his lips to hers, sinking all the way down to her chest. Her senses
focused on that touch. So soft, he was so soft there. Despite the rough cheek
she held, his mouth was gentle. She moved, brushing him, feeling his lips drag
against hers, a hint of moisture. He kept his word, let her lead and his
acquiescence was like a drug. Heat spread across her and she pulled him
deeper—kissed him for real. Slid her tongue against him, tasted his skin then
pushed inside.
    Her eyes shut and she fell into the kiss. Fell into his
taste, his scent, the feel of him, the rhythm of his breath. She moved as if
she’d been kissing all her life, as if she never wanted to stop. Open-mouthed,
gentle movements that absorbed every sensation. His tongue joined hers, slid
against her, traced her crevices, explored her. Her blood buzzed, vibrating
under her skin as if it wouldn’t be contained, flowing pleasure to her
extremities, creating a tight, wanting ache between her legs. He shifted,
opening his mouth wider over hers, flattening his body against her. Her breasts
strained into him and the ache became wet, throbbing need.
    He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against his
muscular length. The air left her lungs and her eyes flew open. Alarm sprang
from her belly into her chest, smashing through the buzz. She pulled her mouth
away and shoved against him. He straightened, a frown drawing over his face.
    Brooke took two steps back then slid his jacket off her
shoulders and hurled it at his chest. “You broke the rules.”
    He caught it with one hand and ignored her statement, his
eyes darkening. “Tell me you don’t want me.”
    She pressed her fingers to her side and shook her head, her
mood matching the look in his eyes. She wouldn’t lie and she couldn’t deny it.
“It doesn’t matter, you broke the rules—now I know I can’t trust you.”
    “I wasn’t playing. The rules stopped mattering when the kiss
turned real, sweetheart.”
    She lowered her voice and spoke each word slowly. “Not to me.
Now do what you said and stay the hell away from me.” She watched her words
hit, saw his face contract then she turned