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His eyes flickered before slowly traveling over me. I’d given Cody an invitation without even realizing, but in truth, I liked his eyes on me. I liked the way they grew lazy and darkened over what he saw. My nipples tingled, and I knew they were growing hard and that he could see them poking through the material of my dress. He made no attempt to cover up where his heated gaze had halted.

A rush of heat spread over me as I once again felt a throbbing between my thighs, an itch I couldn’t scratch on my own unless I reached down between my legs and rubbed the ache away. Somehow, I doubted I’d get away with that. Instead, I picked up my plate and rose to my feet. “Are you done?” His plate was empty, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want seconds.

“With dinner,” Cody specified in a tone that revealed that that was all he was done with.

The gruffness of his tone gave me goose bumps. I added his plate on top of mine, picked up the platter, and took them to the sink. I turned on the water to rinse them off. Why was I nervous all of a sudden?

“Leave them and come back here.”

I turned the water off and turned around, leaning against the sink. Arousal had turned his expression into something feral and dangerous, speaking loudly of his intentions and making me quiver with need.

“I’m done with dinner, but I’m not done withyou.”

There was so much meaning in his comment. So much fire burning in his eyes. They stripped my simple dress off and scorched my flesh. Why did he have to be so charismatic, and so damned sure of himself? I wanted to condemn his confident arrogance by shooting him down, but my body didn’t get the memo.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to let Cody hurt me.

Chapter 20

Cody

I was done waiting for what I wanted. I’d purposely planned dinner at my place because I wanted Alina to myself. I wanted her in my bed. I wanted her beneath me, and my dick buried so deeply inside her sweet cunt that she wouldn’t want anyone else. I’d be the only one who could satisfy her needs.

While satisfying mine.

Some twisted part of me knew that I wasn’t being fair, but I didn’t care. I’d never been this possessive over a woman.Ever.Thoughts of Maggie and another time flashed through my mind, but I brushed them aside. There was no room for Maggie in my thoughts tonight. What Alina made me feel was much stronger than what I’d thought I’d felt for Maggie.

It should have scared the hell out of me.

It did.

I should have offered to take Alina home and put an end to this madness. Prove to myself that I didn’t want her as badly as I did. What was it about her that weakened my resolve to carry on with life in the same way I that I had for the last twenty plus years, content with a bevy of beautiful, willing women to choose from who came without strings attached?

Was she the one I needed to fuck out of my system? The one who was going to ruin me if I let her? I let my gaze travel down her curvy backside while she rinsed the dishes off. The full skirt didn’t conform to the sweet ass I knew was beneath it. I wanted to strip it off her and mess her up. I was so fucking hard for her.

“Leave them and come back here.”

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