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panels of the wall.
But along with the shock, there was such heavy sadness and disappointment. Not only had Ian not changed since he was a teenager, but his life had gone down a darker path.
“I’m not sure that’s bragging rights.”
“I’m not bragging, I’m warning you that I’m dangerous.”
“You think I don’t know that?” She gave a harsh laugh of disbelief and swung her attention back to him. “I tried to stay away from you, and yet you’ve dragged me back into your life.”
He stood just inches from her, and despite her intent to stay strong, she wanted to scurry back another three feet. Put at least a bit of distance between them.
“You needed my help, doll. Which reminds me. We should talk payment.”
Was this a joke? She’d already told him she was broke. “I don’t have—”
“I don’t want your money.” He reached out, so quickly she hadn’t seen his hand move, only felt it against her cheek.
Despite his large, calloused hands, his touch was surprisingly gentle. And it still had the ability to turn her body to mush. Made her mind a little foggy.
“I want a kiss.”
Chapter Six
She blinked and wet her lips. “W-what?”
“You heard exactly what I said.” His gaze honed in on her mouth and his eyes darkened. “A kiss. It’s not that complicated.”
Oh, it was definitely that complicated.
“Not a chance.”
“Why?”
“Are you high? Because we’ve got a history—a pretty complex one where I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you. And beyond that, I’m not for sale, dammit.”
Ian laughed. The sound so deep and sexy, she hated the way it heated her blood.
“I’m not asking you to suck me off. Though I sure as hell wouldn’t protest if you tried. It’s just a kiss.”
The imagery. Oh, God, the imagery those words created. She shoved it aside, and sputtered, “You’re disgusting. You kiss your mother with those lips?”
“Not since she moved back to Scotland with Da. And the only kissing I’d like to focus on is between you and I.”
“It’s not going to happen.”
When she stepped back, he followed her. A deliberate dance of seduction. Of intimidation.
“It will happen, Sarah, because I want it to and I’m certain you do too.”
“Arrogant much?” Her mouth went dry. “I was done with you the day I moved to Japan.”
Okay, that was a lie. She’d never forgotten him—it would be impossible to. And each suggestive little sentence he uttered was turning her body to liquid heat. Which pretty much made her think she needed to have her head examined. Any normal woman would’ve reacted by slapping that smug smile off his face.
“And that’s just the thing, doll. I wasn’t done with you.” His head dipped. “Not even close.”
And before she could fire back a response, not that she had one after his explosive admission, he muttered, “I’m collecting my payment.”
His mouth claimed hers.
Instinct demanded she fight him—push him away, but her mind reasoned that she could fight him another way. By not responding. By not giving him any indication that she still harbored any emotion except disdain to him.
But his kiss wasn’t hard—wasn’t aggressive. It was slow and sensual. Gentle even.
His mouth brushed over hers in a soft caress, again and again, before his tongue teased the seam of her pressed lips.
His shocking change of tactic tore down any walls she’d maneuvered between them. Emotions she’d thought long dormant stirred deep within her. Physical needs she hadn’t realized she could experience anymore came to the surface.
The combination of the two was a bit terrifying.
She wasn’t a twenty-eight-year-old woman anymore, but a seventeen-year-old with a stomach full of butterflies again.
The urge to part her lips, to kiss him back struck her with a ferocity that made her lightheaded.
She slid her hands up his chest, clinging to his shirt to keep herself upright. Though there was no real danger of falling, not with
But along with the shock, there was such heavy sadness and disappointment. Not only had Ian not changed since he was a teenager, but his life had gone down a darker path.
“I’m not sure that’s bragging rights.”
“I’m not bragging, I’m warning you that I’m dangerous.”
“You think I don’t know that?” She gave a harsh laugh of disbelief and swung her attention back to him. “I tried to stay away from you, and yet you’ve dragged me back into your life.”
He stood just inches from her, and despite her intent to stay strong, she wanted to scurry back another three feet. Put at least a bit of distance between them.
“You needed my help, doll. Which reminds me. We should talk payment.”
Was this a joke? She’d already told him she was broke. “I don’t have—”
“I don’t want your money.” He reached out, so quickly she hadn’t seen his hand move, only felt it against her cheek.
Despite his large, calloused hands, his touch was surprisingly gentle. And it still had the ability to turn her body to mush. Made her mind a little foggy.
“I want a kiss.”
Chapter Six
She blinked and wet her lips. “W-what?”
“You heard exactly what I said.” His gaze honed in on her mouth and his eyes darkened. “A kiss. It’s not that complicated.”
Oh, it was definitely that complicated.
“Not a chance.”
“Why?”
“Are you high? Because we’ve got a history—a pretty complex one where I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you. And beyond that, I’m not for sale, dammit.”
Ian laughed. The sound so deep and sexy, she hated the way it heated her blood.
“I’m not asking you to suck me off. Though I sure as hell wouldn’t protest if you tried. It’s just a kiss.”
The imagery. Oh, God, the imagery those words created. She shoved it aside, and sputtered, “You’re disgusting. You kiss your mother with those lips?”
“Not since she moved back to Scotland with Da. And the only kissing I’d like to focus on is between you and I.”
“It’s not going to happen.”
When she stepped back, he followed her. A deliberate dance of seduction. Of intimidation.
“It will happen, Sarah, because I want it to and I’m certain you do too.”
“Arrogant much?” Her mouth went dry. “I was done with you the day I moved to Japan.”
Okay, that was a lie. She’d never forgotten him—it would be impossible to. And each suggestive little sentence he uttered was turning her body to liquid heat. Which pretty much made her think she needed to have her head examined. Any normal woman would’ve reacted by slapping that smug smile off his face.
“And that’s just the thing, doll. I wasn’t done with you.” His head dipped. “Not even close.”
And before she could fire back a response, not that she had one after his explosive admission, he muttered, “I’m collecting my payment.”
His mouth claimed hers.
Instinct demanded she fight him—push him away, but her mind reasoned that she could fight him another way. By not responding. By not giving him any indication that she still harbored any emotion except disdain to him.
But his kiss wasn’t hard—wasn’t aggressive. It was slow and sensual. Gentle even.
His mouth brushed over hers in a soft caress, again and again, before his tongue teased the seam of her pressed lips.
His shocking change of tactic tore down any walls she’d maneuvered between them. Emotions she’d thought long dormant stirred deep within her. Physical needs she hadn’t realized she could experience anymore came to the surface.
The combination of the two was a bit terrifying.
She wasn’t a twenty-eight-year-old woman anymore, but a seventeen-year-old with a stomach full of butterflies again.
The urge to part her lips, to kiss him back struck her with a ferocity that made her lightheaded.
She slid her hands up his chest, clinging to his shirt to keep herself upright. Though there was no real danger of falling, not with
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