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stray lock of white-blond hair from his forehead and his grip tightened on her when she traced down his jawline with the pad of her finger.
    Dred closed his eyes, but didn’t let go of her. “You don’t want this,” he whispered.
    “I’m a witch grown, Dred Shadowins. I know very well what I do and do not want.” She rolled her hips to make her point.
    “No, not this, not me.” His hands spoke a different language from his mouth because they moved to her hips to anchor her to him.
    “If you don’t want me, Dred, that’s one thing.”
    Middy found herself on her back, and Dred’s mouth just a breath away from hers, His hips were between her thighs, his cock still thick with desire.
    “I am such a bastard,” he said as if he were resigned to it.
    Then his mouth crashed into hers.
    He had no talent for romance, but heat bloomed wherever he touched her. She was on fire. Dred’s kiss was devastation; so much more so than the pale imitation of his centerfold. The centerfold catered to her ideas of romance and desire. It tingled centers of her brain that would have been stimulated by the act, but it wasn’t the act, it wasn’t real.
    This was stark reality—she was splayed beneath Dred Shadowins and he wanted her. He wasn’t a fantasy; his mouth didn’t move over hers with a practiced tenderness, his hands didn’t touch her with a devoted reverence. No, this was much more visceral and blatantly animal.
    His kiss was brutal, but she met his onslaught with her own demands. Middy arched up into him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Dred slipped his hand between them to touch her slick heat.
    Dred’s fingers felt so good, so right.
    Until they didn’t.
    She shrieked at the sharp pain and Dred froze.
    “Is that what I think it is?” he asked in a jagged whisper.
    “Depends on what you think it is.”
    “Now is not the time for banter. Middy, are you a virgin?”
    “Does it matter?”
    It was at precisely that moment when Middy realized Dred could fly. That was the only logical explanation for how fast he moved away from her. She didn’t think he could have moved faster if she’d been on fire.
    Literally, not figuratively. Because figuratively, she was still burning. She could see from the bulge in his breeches that he was, too, but she didn’t understand what the problem was.
    “Hell, yes, it matters.”
    “Merlin, Dred. Everyone comes with issues. You’re insane and I’m a virgin. Whatever.”
    “Whatever? How can you be so cavalier about something that important?”
    “It’s not important. It’s in the way. You should be flattered.”
    “Maybe I would have been if you hadn’t just said I was insane.”
    “I thought all men, warlock and mortal alike were eager to be first and last. Kind of like how cats feel they need to be the first one to mark the litter box.”
    “Midnight! Your virginity should not be compared to cat litter.” He sounded like a scandalized grandmother.
    “Why do you care, honestly?”
    “Because you’re a nice witch, Middy.”
    “Oh, puke. Is that the ‘friend zone’?”
    “Look, I really need your help and I can’t risk fucking it up with the old stick and move.”
    Stick and move? What the hell was . . . ? Oh. So, he didn’t want to fuck her because he needed her. Middy was sure that his reasoning was backwards somehow.
    “Are you a bad lay?” It hopped out of her mouth like a gerbil on an escape mission.
    Dred choked on the sparkling water he’d just opened.
    “Pardon me?”
    “Well, why else would it be an issue? You think that if you sleep with me, I won’t help you. Logic leads me to believe, based on the criteria, that you’re a bad lay. Simple, really.”
    “I’m just not looking for a relationship.”
    “You’re such a pompous bag, you know that? Why would you assume that I want a relationship? I don’t even like you.”
    His mouth hung open again and he looked a bit like a large-mouthed bass the way his chops were opening and closing in