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The obnoxious sound of a car horn has us breaking apart. With the moment broken, I sigh and gesture up the steps of our building.

“After you, princess.”

Except, the second we’re at her door, and I’m standing in front of her, and I’m trying to tell myself I need to leave her alone, but I’m failing so fucking badly–

Isabella sucks in a breath, looking like she wants to say something. Her eyes are filled with…want.

And it hits me that I’m not the only one that wants this. Not by a long shot.

My gaze darts down to her lips. I don’t look for the excuse of a gust of wind to touch her, I just brush my fingers over her ear, down to her neck, and curl my hand gently around the back. Only then do my eyes lift up to meet hers again.

There’s a silent question in my gaze. I want Isabella sofuckingbadly, but even the thought of her doing something regrettable makes me want to puke.

Thoughts of doubt are suddenly at the forefront of my brain. That dark little voice is telling me again that I don’t deserve someone as pure as Isabella, that she’d never want someone like me, especially after everything I told her–

Those thoughts disappear in a wisp of smoke the second Isabella’s lips land on mine.

Her movements are eager, her hands coming up to fist in my t-shirt and pull me down to her level so she can kiss me deeper. And I’m helpless to give in to her demands.

With a groan, my grip tightens on her neck and my tongue sweeps over her lips, silently asking for entry. She opens without hesitation. And the second I slip my tongue inside to tangle with hers, she’s whimpering against my lips, and I’m fuckinggone.

I wrap my other arm around her waist so I can pull her onto her toes and flat against my body. Her hands slide up my shirt to wrap around my neck, and I groan into the kiss when I feel her trying to get even closer.

I don’t know how long I kiss her for. It could be ten seconds, it could be hours–I have no sense of time, or reality, or anything that isn’tIsabella.

But eventually I pull away, and I realize we’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon. My grip around her waist tightens when I realize she’s clinging to my shirt, trying to hold herself up.

“Fuck, princess,” I growl after a breathless moment. I want to say something else, but Isabella’s short-circuited my brain. She looks just as stunned as I feel.

I want to kiss her again. I want to go inside with her. I want…more of her.

But I don’t know whatshewants. This could very well have been a spur-of-the-moment thing for Isabella, that quick ride on the wild side that I suspected she wanted in the beginning. So, there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m not taking her lead on this.

Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait long.

“Do you… umm, do you want–?” is all she’s capable of stringing together.

“Yes,” I say on another growl, pulling her forward until our foreheads are almost touching. “Whatever you want,yes.”

A shaky breath leaves her lips at my response. “I was going to ask if you wanted to come inside,” she whispers.

My grip tightens on her neck. “God, yes. More than anything.”

She looks up at me, her gaze equal amounts earnest and hungry. She wants this. She wantsme.

And without a word, she opens her door and tugs me into her apartment.

19

KANE

The second I have her inside the apartment, I’m pressing a desperate kiss to her lips. I grip her hips, pulling her as close to me as possible, and devour her mouth.

I didn’t consciously realize it, but I’ve been dying for Isabella’s taste for longer than I want to admit. And it’s every bit the perfection I thought it would be.

My hand sinks into her hair and angles her head so I can deepen the kiss. I fist the strands and slide my tongue across her bottom lip, hoping to God she’s as hungry for this as I am.

And if I had any doubts about how much Isabella wants me, they’re silenced immediately in that moment. Because the second my tongue touches hers, Isabella lets out the sexiest fucking whimper I’ve ever heard and fists her hands in the front of my shirt. Then she spins me and pushes my back against the door, pressing up on her toes so she can get even closer. When she bites my bottom lip, I’m the one letting out the groan.

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