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“It’s okay to be pissed at me. I hurt your feelings, but I didn’t mean to.”
He comes closer, but I back away. “You’re making it a big deal when it’s not.”
“Oh, it’s a big deal. And I’ve come to make things right.”
“What do you mean by that?”
He closes the space between us, and I’ve run out of pantry and feel my back touch the brick wall behind me. He towers above me.
“By doing this,” he says, and then he does what I’m not expecting him to do. He cups my face in his big hands and kisses me.Fiercely. I try to fight him because I’m still hurtfrom last night, but I don’t tell him to stop, and every attempt to fight him off is halfhearted, until I surrender completely and kiss him back.
“Come to my room with me,” he rasps against my throat, his lips brushing my skin.
“Why?”
He trails his lips along my jaw and back to my mouth.
“Because I’ve been thinking…”
“And...?”
He stops kissing me and runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes focused intently on my mouth. “Because I don’t want anyone else touching these lips.”
I hear the intensity in his voice and the sincerity in what he says, and I’m excited by the warning of violence that burns on every word.
“What are you saying?”
“I want to be your first.”
“But—”
He slams his mouth to mine and kisses the words from my lips.
He’s claiming me. It’s primal and possessive and so fucking sexy.
I look up at him, my heart pounding and every inch of me wanting him. All of him. Kissing me. Fucking me. Breaking me.
“I finish in an hour,” I say, kiss drunk.
“I’ll be waiting.”
When he claims my mouth again, it’s not gentle or sweet or full of loving promises, it’s demanding and fierce and starving.
When he releases me, my body is on fire, and I wonder how the hell I’m going to make it through the next hour.
“What changed your mind?” I ask as he walks toward the pantry door.
He turns back and his eyes are full of darkness.
“Because the thought of someone else doing it makes me want to burn down the entire fucking world.”
CHAPTER 41
Ella
Sixty-two minutes later,I knock on Lars’s bedroom door, and when he opens it, my heart almost leaps out of my chest. Because for the last sixty-two minutes, all I’ve been able to think about is what is going to happen in this room.
He’s fully dressed, but he smells soapy and fresh like he’s just showered.
