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touch, it cut straight to her middle. A flare of anger expanded in her chest, and she threw a leg over him and straddled him, insuring he couldn’t escape.
    “Brooke,” Tagan said, his voice deep with warning.
    “Tell me why? What does that noise mean?” She grabbed his hands and pulled them against her hips under the waist of her jacket.
    The sound rattled for a moment before he jerked his head to the side and cut it off.
    She rocked closer to his hips, closer to his warmth. “Tell me what it means, and I’ll let you run away from me again.”
    “That’s not what I want.” Tagan’s voice sounded uncertain and lost. “I don’t want to run away.”
    “Then why won’t you look at me?”
    The cords of muscle in his throat were straining with his attempt to look away from her. “Because this is a bad idea.” His lips said the words, but his hands drew her waist closer, right over his rigid erection under his jeans.
    “Fine,” she whispered, pulling him close so that her chin rested on his shoulders. “Don’t look at me, but tell me what the noise you make means when we touch.”
    His hands went around her, and he hugged her tightly. With a trembling sigh, he said, “The sound means I like you. It means something inside of me approves of whatever you’re doing when I make it. It means I’m content and happy…with you.”
    “I like you,” she murmured, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. If he could be brave enough to tell her such things, she could share her honest feelings as a reward for him.
    Tagan eased back and held the sides of her face, then leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. His breathing was ragged, unsteady. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers, once, twice. Two little plucks on her lips that said he was still trying to talk himself out of going any deeper with her.
    He was scared. The realization rocked her. He was just as scared of her as she was of him—of how deeply she felt for him. This was big. Important. Meredith had always said the things that scared her the most were always worth the risk.
    God, she hoped she was right.
    Angling her chin, she kissed him just as gently as he’d done to her. Lips moving slowly against his, she rolled her hips until she sat right in the apex he’d created by drawing his knees up behind her back.
    The sound came back, throaty, content, practically a purr against the palms of her hands as she slid them down to feel. “I like that sound,” she whispered, pulling away slightly. “Don’t hide it from me anymore.”
    The noise, a low growl now that grew louder as he gripped her hips and rocked her against his erection. He opened her mouth and brushed his tongue against hers. One of his hands rubbed up her back and entwined in her hair as he pulled her closer and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth.
    Holy hell balls. She’d thought Tagan was sexy before, but this? Her insides were on fire.
    He adjusted the angle of her hips, and the man hit right where her oversensitive clit was pressed against her pants. Her college boyfriend hadn’t managed to find that spot in the two years they’d dated, but Tagan pressed his hand against it, as if he knew exactly what would make her come.
    Tagan trailed kisses from her mouth, down her jaw, to her collarbone he exposed as he pressed her jacket and sweater to the side. “I’ll keep you warm,” he promised as he pushed her coat from her shoulders.
    The butterflies in her stomach turned to dragons as he ran his fingertips under the hem of her shirt and up her ribcage. Up and down and back up again until a shiver of pleasure trembled up her spine.
    And for some strange reason, despite the stiff wind, she was warm. Tagan was growing hotter by the minute, and now, when she pulled his sweater off and pressed her hands over his rigid pecs, he felt like a furnace.
    “Told you,” he said, one corner of his mouth lifting in a teasing smile.
    Feeling braver than she had in months, she