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She inhales sharply at my words. It's frustrating that she can't see her appeal. Doesn’t believe that anyone would want her when she’s easily the most beautiful girl in the world. No one that I have met before holds a candle to Ingrid. No one.

But it seems someone broke her confidence to bits, and I want to find and kill them.

“If what you're saying is true, then they weren't looking at me for the reasons you're thinking.”

“Baby—”

“I draw attention everywhere I go,” she cuts in. “I’m not deluded into thinking that people find me stunning.” She smiles without mirth. “When they look at me, it’s because they are curious or…disgusted.”

“That can’t be true—”

“My mismatched eyes freak people out. People see actors with heterochromia in movies and think they look pretty and hot or whatever, but when they meet me, it’s different.” She looks away, but not before I catch the way her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I tried wearing contacts when I was a kid, but they hurt my eyes so I stopped. And the mark on my face... Most people act like it’s some disease I'm going to pass to them, and I always have to tell them that it's a birthmark...”

“Ingrid—”

“So, if your friends were looking at me, it's because they were curious. The most common question most people ask is what eye color I would choose if I could ditch one. I don’t have the answer for that in case you were wondering.” She chucklesbut the sound is broken. “The other common question is if I've ever considered getting a face tattoo to cover my birthmark—”

Fuck this!

I step out of the shadows and cross the distance to her in fast, long strides. I only have a brief moment to see her eyes light up in surprise before my mouth slams down on hers, tasting the tears on her lips. She makes a startled sound, gasping into my mouth, but I don’t stop.

The first crush of lips together is electric, and I immediately feel relief. Finally. I’ve wanted to kiss her from the second I saw her standing outside the clubhouse looking all shy and innocent. My hands are on her nape and tangling in her hair as I open my mouth over hers, hot and searing.

I want her.

It’s not a new discovery. No, I’ve wanted this girl from the moment I saw her, but in this moment, I want her with a desperation so strong, it scares the hell out of me. “Open for me, angel,” I say thickly. She moans, her lips opening against mine, and that’s all I need to deepen the kiss. I’m a hungry beast as I lick into her mouth, sipping at her sweetness until my heart threatens to cave in. She whimpers when our tongues tangle, and I feel her buck against me, her breathing growing labored with every searing kiss.

Ingrid gasps when I break the kiss, twisting my grip in her hair as I tilt her face up toward the sky and kiss her jaw. I groan as I kiss her chin, fingers clenching hard in her hair as I trail my lips to the beauty mark she’s constantly trying to conceal. Not tonight. Never again, if I can help it.

She lets out a breathy moan when I brush my lips over the dark spot, telling her without words how gorgeous she is. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I say thickly, dipping my mouth to herneck and nipping at the sensitive spot over her pulse. God, she smells amazing; I could spend an eternity buried in her skin and live off her sweet scent.

“Blaze—”

“I want you!” I grind out, pulling back so she can read the truth on my face. Her lips are swollen, and fuck if that doesn’t nip at my control. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are, angel.”

She inhales sharply, her pretty eyes widening as my words sink in. I see the doubt wash over her and realize that I have more work ahead to undo whatever the hell she’s been told in the past.

The silence stretches between us, thick with tension so strong it sparks with heat. There is conflict in her eyes, but I read desire too. She wants to believe me. She wants this but is afraid to explore it. “H-here?” she finally exhales, looking around at the empty hallway.

“All you have to do is say yes.”

She chews on her bottom lip before nodding. “Yes, but what if someone—”

My hands drop from her hair to the back of her thighs. She makes a startled gasp when I crouch and lift her into my arms; instinctively she wraps her legs around my hips as I carry her back into the bathroom and kick the door shut behind us. “I’m going to make you mine.” I set her down on the counter. “Let me show you how gorgeous you are,” I sat before my lips fuse with hers again.

Chapter Five

Blaze

The breathy little sounds she makes as I pour everything into the kiss drive me to insanity, shooting straight to my aching cock. We might be in the privacy of the bathroom, but we're still at the clubhouse; any one of the guys could decide to come down here and end up knocking on the door, but not even that would force my lips away from this gorgeous girl. Nothing short of a natural disaster could tear me away from her.

Patience.

I've waited long to touch her. I can't fucking let it all end with a few gropes and caresses. No matter how much my hard dick pleads for relief, leaking endlessly behind the fly of my jeans.

No, I will take my time and touch her in the way I've wanted to for days. Kiss her until she wants me as desperately as I want her. The location doesn't matter.

Nothing matters at this moment but her. Nothing ever will.

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