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She snuck a glance at him, and he was smiling down at her with an amused cocky grin. “I like it. Especially that part about being one of your top ten kisses.”

She buried her face in her good hand. “Oh geez. Please just tell me to shut up.”

“How about I just give you something better to do with your mouth instead?”

Her eyes widened as she raised her head to gape at him.

His eyes widened too as he quickly shook his head. “Wait, that sounded…I mean…I didn’t meanthat.”

She grinned, kind of loving that he could be as dorky as her. “I think you’d better just kiss me before we keep talking and get ourselves into even more trouble.”

“Good idea.” He pulled her to him and leaned down, his lips curving into a grin, his voice husky as he drawled, “Although, I think with a little effort, I could make it into the top five.”

Chapter Twelve

Maisie started to laugh, but Dodge cut off the sound as he captured her mouth in a kiss.

Tender at first, then more insistent.

One of his hands cupped her cheek while the other gripped her hip, his long fingers tightening with the intensity of the kiss. Her arm went around his neck, her fingers digging into the soft locks of his hair as she pulled him closer. His body pressed into hers, pushing her up against the door.

Nowthiswas like a scene from one of her romance novels—his mouth ravaging hers as she writhed against him, pinned between the door and his hard muscled body. Except the heroine in her books didn’t usually have a bruised face and a sprained wrist in a sling smashed between them.

Although she barely noticed her injuries—other than the fact that she didn’t have two hands to run all over his body—all she could focus on was the heat coiling inside her and the feel of his fingers as they moved from her hip, sliding under her shirt and over the bare skin of her back.

Then his hand slid around and up her stomach to cup her breast, and she thought she might die from the want and need coursing through her.

The scruff of his whiskers scraped her skin as his lips moved from hers, grazing down her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, and she tipped her head back, craving more of the delicious heat of it. Skimming his lips back up her neck, he kissed that delicate spot behind her earlobe, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.

It was a good thing she was pressed against the door because she feared her knees might buckle. Although everything in her wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and have him carry her into her bedroom.

Her thoughts were scattered, trying to focus on feeling everything at once, every delicious sensation of this man—his kisses and his every touch that had her yearning for more.

His lips were on hers again, his kiss filled with heat and passion, and she moaned into his mouth as the thumb of his hand, the one cupping her breast, slid inside the lacy fabric of her bra and grazed the tightened nub of her nipple.

Her good hand was still around his neck, and she started to move it down, but instead Dodge caught her hand in his and pulled it above her head, twining his fingers with hers as he pressed it against the door.

Her breath was ragged, and heat coiled in her center as one of his hands had hers pinned to the door above her head while the other one continued to tease her hardened nipple.

She was fairly certain she might die from need—she’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted Dodge Lassiter—andshe could feel the way he wanted her too. He’d kissed her with passion when they’d been on the sofa earlier, but this was something different. This was raw hunger, and she freaking loved it.

Grinding her hips into his, her body greedy for more of his touch, she felt like she might explode. She’d never wanted—physically ached—for a man like this. And it was killing her.

In the books she read, she always admired the way strong women asked their lovers for what they wanted. She’d never been able to do that. The thoughts were there, but she could never get them to come out of her mouth. It felt too embarrassing, like she would say something wrong, or it would come out sounding stupid.

She knew she wasn’t that experienced when it came to sex, but somehow it felt different with Dodge. Maybe because she’d been fantasizing about him—about being with him, like this—for so many years.

I want you. I need your hands on every part of me. Take me to bed then strip me naked and ravage every part of me.

The words were there, but before she could find the courage to say them, the doorbell rang.

No. Please no.

Not again.

If Jacob was back with another pet in a box, she was going to scream.

She considered ignoring it, but Dodge had already pulled his hand out of her shirt and let go of her. Her body cried out as he took two steps back.

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