Page 34 of Beauty and the Thief

And she loved it.

She didn’t want him to stop. She pulled him closer, stretching on tiptoe to wrap her arms about his neck. He made a muffled sound and hauled her hard against him. Pressed against his warmth and strength, she’d never felt safer—or closer to danger. He was fire—a thief, a conman, a liar. She couldn’t trust him or this kiss.

And that only made it all the more exciting.

His fingers dug into the nape of her neck, the pressure so good after a long day and her head starting to ache from the weight of her pinned-up hair. She wondered if he could feel her pulse hammering, and then she wondered nothing at all because she couldn’t think of anything but what she was feeling when he deepened the kiss.

He stole her breath.

From far, far away, someone cleared his throat.

Bridget couldn’t seem to make herself care. But Callahan pulled back slightly, and she managed to open her eyes.

Baron stood behind them, one brow raised.

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