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As she melted against me, I ravaged her lips with my own, suppressing a low groan when her tongue slid into my mouth and danced oh-so sweetly against my own.
Did she know how crazy she was making me?
My cock throbbed between us as she pressed her pelvis tighter against mine, offering me a sweet reminder of what I would get if only I gave into whatever crazy impulse was driving her to be far more reckless than I had ever counted on.
I was supposed to be playingher, not the other way around.
At the mental reminder, I pulled back and looked into her eyes.
Big mistake.
Her eyes were filled with open desire and the promise of a night I would never regret regardless of how all of this played out.
Shit.This wasn't part of the plan.
Even if I didn't regret it,shewould.
In a voice filled with breathless longing, she said, "See?" Her gaze warmed until it sizzled. "Youdowant me. Admit it."
Hell, yeah, I wanted her. But for too many reasons to count, acting on it would be a colossal mistake. I wasn't known for making mistakes of any size, much less making them with my eyes open.
But Emily knew nothing about me or my past. She didn't know why I was here or what I had come for. If she did, she wouldn’t be looking at me like I was about to make all of her fantasies come true.
I wasn't any girl's fantasy.
I was a nightmare – cold and distant by design.
With Emily, I'd done far too much thawing already, especially considering my plans.
If I took what she was offering, I would be taking this a step too far – even for an asshole like me. All along, I'd been planning to fuck her – just not in the way she wanted now.
Her body was soft and sweet, and I stifled another groan when her hips pressed just a little tighter against my own.
I should ditch her now, finish my business, and call it good.Mission accomplished.
And yet, the original plan wasn't sounding half as smart as it had back in the beginning, before she'd gotten under my skin and made me recall the way Iusedto be, before life had chewed me up and spit me out to form the man I had become.
Cold.
Callous.
Ruthless.
But I wasn't feeling any of these things now, and suddenly I was questioning everything. Payback was supposed to feel good, not bad like breaking a favorite toy.
For some messed-up reason, I didn't want to break her. There was something about Emily – something soft and sweet, honest and true, and so fucking sexy, I was about to do something I never did.
I was about to make one hell of a mistake – and with my eyes wide open, too.
Chapter 33
Emily
From the open doorway, I couldn’t help but stare at the luxury laid out before me. Sothiswas how the other half lived?
The suite was utterly gorgeous with framed artwork on the pristine walls, crystal vases filled with fresh flowers, and a living area that was larger and more luxurious than any home I'd ever entered.
All of this was clearly visible thanks to elegant lamps blazing cheerily away, as if the suite's occupant never worried about the cost of electricity or light bulbs or anything else that could be counted in nickels and dimes.
