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somehow heart-shatteringly soft.
    And just like that, her world shifted on its axis. She could have pushed him back and screamed her outrage. But he felt too good. Too right. One touch and the sky was down, the floors flopped, and she was falling into the past.
    He brushed her mouth with his, nibbling and savoring, his lips caressing as he briefly slid his tongue against hers. He tasted of belonging, of a time when her life was overflowing with happiness and love.
    Shelby told her hands to let go of his shirt, so she wouldn’t wrinkle it; she tried to remind herself that this was Cody and he couldn’t be trusted. Because if he kept kissing her, she would forget the hurt he had caused.
    Cody dropped one of his hands from her face, only to mold his fingers around her hips with a controlled gentleness that stole away every last hesitation and started a warm tingling sensation that settled between her legs. His thumb stroked the spot right behind her earlobe that always drove her crazy. And God it felt good.
    Slowly, his hand ascended, rib by rib, until it stopped, a breath shy of where she wanted it most—and she heard herself whimper. How could this be happening? And what had happened to that in-control woman she had become?
    His thumbs teased higher, making her heart slam erratically against her chest. She said nothing, just moved closer, pushing her swollen mounds into his palms. His mouth curled up into the start of his oh-yeah smile, making her stomach flip just like it used to, as if the past had ceased to exist.
    Cody sobered, his hands stilled. “I’m not doing this again. Not with you.”
    “I agree, it’s too complicated.” But it was also too late. Something had happened. Something exciting and terrifying and incredibly stupid. Neither one of them could stop it. And neither one of them was happy about it.
    “This will only blow up in our faces.” Cody pulled her to him and she felt the hard ridge of his erection throb against her stomach.
    “But what an explosion it’d be.”
    “Who knew anger could be such a fucking turn-on?” he whispered.
    Shelby grabbed the front of his shirt, she’d iron it later, and yanked him down, wrapping herself around him, because the alternative was to crumple to the floor. Cody moaned, his desire completely unfiltered. Melding their lips even tighter, he kissed her silly, in that way that only Cody could do.
    After he hoisted her up so they were more evenly matched, she wrapped her legs around his stomach and squeezed. He set her onto the counter, the bare skin on her legs pressing into the cool tile, the skirt of her dress catching on a line of grout, his legs pushing at her inner thighs.
    He was hot and angry and turned on all at the same time and Shelby couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. This was one of those rare moments when Cody’s need for self-control got lost in the passion. Exposing the man who had stolen her heart, the one she had fallen in love with.
    “You know what’s going to happen now, Shelby Lynn,” he whispered, his lips trailing lower, teasing her breasts. The pull of his mouth was so intense that her nipples ached through the cotton dress.
    “What?” she whispered, her hands tearing at the buttons on his shirt. She’d just buy him a new one.
    “I’m going to carry you up those stairs, toss you on that big bed.” His teeth nipped at her peak and she gasped. “And then you’re going to pack up your things and get your pretty little ass off my property.”
    Shelby snatched her hands back. It was as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water. The past came rushing back, destroying the fragile bond they had just created.
    She was confused.
    And hurt.
    What had just happened?
    What was she doing?
    And why, even though he was being a domineering jerk, did she want to go back to kissing him? The only thing that made sense was that she was messing everything up.
    Scooting off the counter, she shoved past Cody and straightened her