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She laughed without humor. “There were a couple but the one before you, I gave him everything I had and all the time we were together he was still seeing his daughter’s mother behind my back. I thought we were going to be married, but he married her instead without telling me. I guess I’m an asshole magnet.”

“Another hit in my direction?”

“Take it as you will, Rhys. Look we had a deal. I tell you my sordid past and you leave.”

“Okay. But one more thing.”

She groaned. “For real?”

“Just one question.”

“What?”

“Do you still love me?”

Sadie sat up. “Of course I don’t.” Had she said it too quickly?

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll be going then.” He stood up.

Was it really that simple? She’d told him to leave and now she was getting what she wanted, yet something inside her ached. Why did this have to be more complicated than it was? Why couldn’t she simply flip a switch and it all be over just like that? Sadie stood up to follow him to the door.

As Rhys reached for the doorknob he stopped, pulling his hand back. Then, he turned around. “Okay, I know I’m being a pain in the ass, but just one more thing. I need to make sure of something.”

She frowned. “What do you want now? I’ve answer—”

Before she could get the words out, Sadie was in his arms again, his mouth, smothering hers. She tried to push him away with her good arm, but the man was like a rock. Unmoving and kissing her in earnest.

She kept her lips sealed, in an attempt to keep his probing tongue from the entrance it sought. When she tried to turn her head away, he cupped the back of her head, forcing her head back. “Open your mouth for me. Don’t deny this. Don’t deny us.”

Rhys nipped on her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. Taking advantage of her parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, seeking, and dominating her. His taste was so familiar and good, like mint, candy and a fine aged wine rolled into one. It was so totally Rhys. She’d forgotten this and how it had felt to be in his arms

No! She didn’t want this. Couldn’t want this. So why was her hand slowly creeping up his back? And why did she press her tongue against his, giving him as good as she got? Sadie found herself melting against him. Her pussy tingled with that old familiar stirring. Her nipples tightened, pushing painfully against the confines of her bra.

She didn’t know how but she was floating as Rhys moved them through the living room and back to the couch. He lowered her onto the cushions, their mouths never separating. His hands were frantic against her body, cupping and molding her shape as he reacquainted himself with her curves. He moved his hand in a downward motion until he cupped her sex through the thick material of her jeans.

“So hot. Is all this heat for me?” he muttered against her lips.

She could only whimper in response.

Rhys raised his head. “You may not love me Sadie, but your body sure as hell does.”

His mouth was on hers again before she could say otherwise.

Chapter Twenty-One

Sadie tried to resist Rhys, but every time she attempted to push him away, he’d hold her tighter, and kiss her in earnest. His tongue plundered her mouth seeking and conquering like a man on a mission. She didn’t want to respond, but her body seemed to awaken beneath his erotic ministrations. In one last attempt to stop this influx of lust consuming her, she managed to twist her head away, gasping for breath.

Rhys, however, had other ideas. He grasped her chin. “Hold still, dammit. You want this as badly as I do.”

“I don’t,” she protested breathlessly barely believing the lie herself.

“Liar. I can feel your heat through our clothes and I bet you’re wet. Should I prove you wrong?” Before she could utter another word, his mouth was on hers again, and this time he took no prisoners, forcing her to accept his kiss.

Though her head screamed no, her body and heart wouldn’t allow her to put up a significant fight. With a defeated sigh in Rhys’s mouth, she gave in, melting into him as his kisses and caresses demanded her total surrender. To her chagrin, Sadie threaded her fingers inhis hair. She pushed her tongue against his, wanting to savor the taste of him.

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