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His eyes are glowing. Not a trick of the light. Just full on glowing, and I recall one of my sisters, or both, talking about this very thing.
It means his beast is close. His Lion is holding the reins, and I don’t know whether to be turned on or terrified.
Maybe I’m both.
Not terrified of him, mind you, merely scared that he might not follow through on that desperate promise glowing right there in those inhuman eyes.
He moves so suddenly, but really, I don’t know why I’m not expecting it. Then he pins me to the railing.
Then Carter bends his head, and he starts kissing me.
No warning. No hesitation.
Just raw, feral claiming.
His mouth crashes into mine like a thunderstorm—hot, wild, and impossible to resist.
His hands grip my hips as his tongue licks into me, demanding surrender.
He kisses like I imagine he does everything—no brakes, no apologies, just all in and dangerous as hell.
My knees buckle.
I cling.
Fingers digging into his lapels, clinging to him like gravity stopped working, and he’s the only solid thing left on earth.
Holy hell.
I can’t breathe. I don’t want to.
“Breathe me, Kitten. Let me in,” he growls, cupping my face and moving my head where he wants me.
My world tilts.
My brain fizzles.
And when he finally pulls back, leaving me panting, flushed, and drunk on his kiss, all I can do is stare.
He grins.
Cocky. Beautiful. Mine?
“I told you I could be a good friend, MJ.”
I swallow hard.
“That was not afriendlykiss.”
“No,” he says, lips brushing mine again. “That was a preview.”
I don’t know where I find the gumptionbut next thing I know, I’m opening my mouth and asking, “Yeah? Well, what if I want the main event?”
Chapter 15
Carter
We’re alone.
