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“I’m so fucking angry at you.” The words were harsh, but his voice, it held something else. “That anger is fighting a losing battle with another part of me.” His other arm gripped her under her arm and hauled her up and against him. “The part of me that can’t stop wanting you.”

His lips crashed down on hers like a giant wave crashing into the shore.

Her senses were on overload. She’d just told this man all the bad things she’d done, and yet somehow, his lips were against hers.

It was incomprehensible and disorienting.

It was also glorious.

Her hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly, never wanting to let go. She let him devour her mouth any way he wanted and just went along for the ride because she never wanted the kiss to end. She didn’t know what was happening, but she wasn’t about to complain, or stop it.

His lips trailed to her jaw. “I can’t stop touching you.” His hands were everywhere, caressing her ribs and stomach before cupping both breasts. “I hate you so damn much, but I also crave you, like an addict needing his next fix.” His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she gasped. “You’re so damn sensitive here.”

His head lifted and he gazed at her, his eyes molten with desire, but also with more than a little hate.

If they had sex, there was no doubt about it that it would be hate-filled.

She wasn’t sure she cared.

Chapter 8

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Kyle

He’d done many stupid things in his life.

This one was the worst.

The woman who’d lied to him for eight years was currently in his arms and his hands were on her breasts.

Talk about mixed messages.

He couldn’t help it, though. He was drawn to her, and if she was in the room, his body was on fire with the need to touch her and kiss her and fuck her.

His heart and brain hated her, but his body had never gotten the message.

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