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He took the gun from her, and she watched as heloaded it up, then handed it back to her. Petal took the gun, and their fingersbrushed against one another. Just a touch. A light touch. She felt it. And thatfeeling consumed her.

In the back of her mind, she was screaming atherself to just keep shooting and ignore these feelings which meant nothing.She and Dirty were in the past—a past that needed to stay there.

Only, were they? Was it really over between them,and if so, why did she feel totally gutted at the thought of never being withhim again? She didn’t like that feeling, didn’t even want to think of a lifewithout him. She wanted him. Missed him. And in that moment, she didn’t allowherself to think, she spun toward him to find Dirty was close.

Did he feel this too? Was it her craziness?

Neither of them said a word.

He slid his hand against her waist, cupped her cheekwith the other, and began to sink it into her hair. Petal stared up at him.There was no reason to talk or even attempt to explain any of this. They weremerely talking.

No, they were not talking.

This was not talking.

She stared into his eyes and then slowly moveddown. His lips looked so inviting, so ready, and she wanted to kiss him.

Petal didn’t know who started the kiss. One momentthey just seemed to be staring at one another, and in the next, they werekissing. It wasn’t a sweet and gentle kiss either. This was one filled withhunger, one filled with the need building between them for months.

Regardless of the heartache, regardless of the badwords and the stupid actions. They hadn’t ended things because it was time, or becausethey didn’t want each other. Stupid decisions and words had brought them to anend. She knew that.

The hand at her waist moved down, and he grabbedher ass, drawing her closer to him, and she moaned his name, not wanting him tolet go, even for a second. He felt so good, and she felt completely out ofcontrol.

Throughout the kiss, Dirty took the gun andlowered it to the ground, and then he moved her until her back was up againstthe building. This time, both of his hands were on her face as he held her,kissing her, deepening it. His tongue traced across her lower lip and sheopened, inviting him inside. He let out a moan.

Moving her tongue close to his, she tasted him,and they both moaned.

Dirty broke the kiss and Petal licked her lips.

“Do you still want to shoot?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“What do you want to do?”

Petal nibbled her lip. Did they go back to herplace? Stay? Do it here? She didn’t want to do it here and risk getting caught.If she went back to her place, there was a chance reality would set in, and itwasn’t going to happen.

“Take me to your room,” Petal said.

Dirty didn’t ask her twice. He grabbed her hand,clearly knowing she didn’t want to be seen. He took her through a private doorthat led to the back rooms, avoiding the main entrance of the club. She didn’tsee anyone, and no one stopped them. Dirty had to use his key and a code to getinside.

The door had also seemed somewhat obscure andsecretive, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she followed him to hisbedroom, and they moved fast. She expected someone to follow them, but no onedid.

Then, his door closed. Petal turned to face him.

Dirty flicked the lock on his door. Neither ofthem moved or even spoke. Not one word, and then, she didn’t know if they bothmoved at the same time, or if she took the lead, or Dirty did. Either way, theresult was the same. She was inDirty’sarms, and hishands were everywhere, and they felt good. Better than good.

She moaned as he reached for her jeans, and with atug he had the button open and the zipper slid down. There was no way she wasgoing to be naked with him still in his clothes, so she began to strip him aswell, removing his leather jacket. Before it hit the floor, he turned and slidit onto a hook on the door.

While he was distracted in taking care of hisleather cut, she used it to her advantage and began to tug at the white shirthe wore. She got it off without it tearing, and Dirty was not to be outdone anddid the same, sending her shirt to the floor. He slid a finger beneath theclasp of her bra and flicked it open with a single tug. He was always able toget her bra off with ease. She was not going to think about why and how it wasso easy for him to do so.

Her bra was pulled down and it fell to the floor. Shereached for his belt, taking care of the zipper in one easy tug. She wanted himnaked.

One moment they had pants on, and the next theydidn’t, and were lying on his bed.

Dirty’sarms werearound her, holding her, stroking her. He took possession of her mouth and thenmoved over her, putting her arms above her head as he went to her lips. Hekissed her lips but didn’t linger. He started to travel down, going toward herneck, sucking on her pulse, making her gasp, and then before she got too aroused,he moved down, sliding his lips toward her tits. One by one, he pressed a kissto each of her nipples, and then pressed them together, and she heard hisgroan.

“I’ve missed you, babies. I’ve missed you so damnmuch.”

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