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“I don’t care if it has four-wheel drive, nothing does well in ice. You’ll be lucky to make it home alive. I will not have you killed when you were so kind to me.”

“Seriously. I’m a big boy.”

“Yeah, you are. Very big.” Oh, my God. I’d just used my all too unfamiliar sultry tone. Look away. Look away. How was that possible when he was the epitome of gorgeous? “Um. You can stay on my couch tonight. Maybe by tomorrow the conditions won’t be so bad.”

“You don’t know me.”

I brushed my hand through my hair, debating whether I really had lost my mind. “I’m taking a leap of faith so don’t disappoint me. It never happens.”

“No serial killer?” Goddamn, his eyes were shimmering even in the dim lighting. How was that possible?

“No serial killer. Max would have eaten you by now.”

He winked as he turned toward me. “Look, I really am a big boy. I don’t like to intrude on anyone’s space. Don’t worry about me. I’ll make it.” But the moment he took a step onto my walkway, he almost fell, his arms flailing and his legs threatening to give way.

I grabbed his arm, a slight shriek pushing past my lips as I tried to steady him. Together we did a little skating routine for a few seconds until I managed to jerk him to safety. Only when I did, the momentum was so forceful we were both tossed against the inside wall.

Kage had to slam one hand beside my head to keep the minimal amount of his at least two hundred and thirty pounds of rock-solid muscle from crushing me.

The moment he did, I felt his throbbing cock pushing between my legs. It startled me but not nearly as much as the way his eyes changed color, a darkness settling in that screamed possession.

And the kind of obsessive need that should terrify me. Instead, I wrapped my fists around his shirt, rising onto my tiptoes.

He shook his head slowly. “Careful, lady. I’m not a good man.”

“You are to me.”

“You don’t know me.”

“And you don’t know me.”

“If I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“So what?”

At that moment, I’d never wanted anything the way I did this man. Maybe relearning to be a sinner was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

Besides my beloved Max.

CHAPTER 7

Noel

Kage kicked the door shut and I was even more pinned to the wall than before. He fought to remove his jacket, which allowed me to laugh nervously.

Yes, I lost my mind but for the first time in as long as I could remember, letting go felt damn good. I’d cried so many tears, had lain awake at night certain the brutal boogeyman was going to find me. Maybe I just needed to get a good night’s sleep.

Cart before the horse, writer girl.

I could tell he was debating for another few seconds before he lost all sense of self control as I had. He cupped my jaw, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, finally lowering it before sliding the tip inside. The combination of beef juices and bourbon were so like the man I shuddered audibly.

Seconds later, he captured my mouth, shifting his hand just enough that he could keep his hold while being able to savor the intimacy. Yet as he explored every centimeter of my mouth, his actions began to become more aggressive. His hunger was exploding as mine was.

There was no holding either one of us back, our needs more primal than I’d experienced before. I ripped at the back of his shirt, managing to yank it from the tight confines of his jeans. Just being able to slide my hands underneath felt amazing. He was hot all over, the blazing touch of his skin searing my fingertips.

While we moved as one, both our actions were frantic, almost desperate. I adored every sound that rumbled in his chest, the growls and grunts animalistic. He yanked at my shirt as well, managing to tug it up my stomach. He broke the kiss only long enough to rip it over my head, tossing it aside as if the slip of material meant nothing.

He was demanding in his every action, acting as if I was his life’s blood, the air he needed to breathe. We were both gasping for air but he crushed his lips over mine once again, opening and closing them like a crazed man.