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side of her. “I’d want you to tell me,” he said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper.
    Kat was suddenly sure something else was going on here. That something else was responsible for the almost haunted look in his beautiful blue eyes. But what the hell could it be? “Beckett, I’m okay,” she said, willing him to believe her. “You didn’t do anything. Just caught me off guard and I overreacted. Okay?”
    His eyes searched hers like he might be able to read the truth in her gaze.
    The odd tension between them changed . . . intensified . . . flashed white hot.
    Her heart suddenly thudding against her breastbone, Kat’s gaze lowered from Beckett’s eyes to his mouth to his chest. He was so freaking gorgeous she could hardly stand it. The basest parts of herself just wanted to climb him.
    Wait. What?
    She forced her eyes back to his. And those baby blues were absolutely on fire.
    “Beckett?” she said, her voice embarrassingly breathy.
    But she didn’t have time to think about that, because Beckett’s gaze dropped to her lips, and she was suddenly, totally, one-hundred-percent sure that he was going to kiss her.

 
    Chapter 3

    T ime slowed and Kat’s heart raced as Beckett slowly leaned in.
    By the time her mind shoved through the haze of surprise and lust to react, his lips were brushing hers.
    Just a brush of skin on skin, amazingly soft and tentative. So surprising given his size.
    The world froze for a long moment, but then that little bit of contact set off a flash fire in Kat’s blood. And apparently Beckett’s, too.
    Because the kiss turned instantly and blisteringly devouring. On a groan, his tongue invaded her mouth, and she sucked him in deep. Their hands pulled one another closer and their bodies collided. Their height differentiation was so great that Kat had to push onto her tiptoes and Beckett had to lean way down. Kat wasn’t sure if she pulled herself up or Beckett lifted her, but the next thing she knew her legs were wrapped around his hips and his hands gripped her ass.
    They stumbled into her room and Beckett kicked the door shut behind them. Kat moaned as her back came up against the wall and his erection ground against her core.
    With his tongue in her mouth and his hands roaming her body and his hips pressing maddeningly against the center of her need, Kat was possibly more overwhelmed than she’d ever been in her life. Beckett Murda was all she felt, saw, smelled, tasted. Her mind was on a repeating track of Wait . . . wait . . . omigod . . . what’s happening? But her body had totally left the station.
    Whatever small part of her wanted to pull back or slow down gave way to the more urgent need to let go . Let go of worrying about Cole. Let go of the fear she felt for her brothers. Let go of the horrible images she carried in her mind of the Hard Ink roof collapsing and Jeremy going down with it, which was the scariest thing she’d ever seen.
    Not to mention the conversation she needed to have, the one that would force her to break confidentialities and put her job at risk.
    So she did. Kat let it all go in favor of letting Beckett pull her under the waves with him.
    She plowed her fingers into his hair, which was just long enough to grip and tug, and squeezed her legs around his hips, bringing them closer. Creating more of that delicious friction. He groaned low in his throat, and the sound reverberated into her belly, causing her to grind her hips forward against him.
    W ait . . . wait . . . wait . . . turned into want . . . want . . . want . . .
    “Jesus, want you, too,” he growled. He kissed and licked at her jaw, her ear, her neck.
    “Beckett,” she rasped as he trailed little bites down the side of her throat. She bowed off the wall, thrusting against him. And, God , he was deliciously hard and thick between her legs.
    Suddenly, she wanted to know: Just. How. Thick.
    She lowered her legs to the floor and grasped his cock in her hands through