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with his tongue, before sucking her tender skin. It would leave a mark. And she knew he was doing it for that reason.
    Marking her. Staking a claim.
    Arousal hit, hard and low, and she felt her internal muscles clench tight, felt slickness building there, right where she was hot and aching for him.
    She should be outraged that he’d grabbed her like this. After she’d pushed him away. After she’d told him no.
    But instead she was so turned on she could barely breathe, could barely think. His hold on her hair was so tight it was almost agony, his arm around her waist so firm it bordered on pain. But nothing hurt as badly as the places where his hands weren’t.
    Her breasts. That throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs.
    Her lips.
    Because
his
were still on her neck. Her throat.
    His teeth scraped her skin there, and she was reminded of her earlier assessment. Reminded of the fact that he was a predator.
    This time, he was the one who broke contact. He released his hold of her suddenly, leaving her feeling cold. Bereft.
    Her scalp tingled, her neck burned, and so did she.
    “I’ll say when it’s enough,” he said, his voice rough. “Now I’ve had enough.” He reached out, brushing his thumb across her breast, the unexpected touch a shock to her sensitized system. “For now.”
    “It’ll have to be enough from here on out,” she said, teeth gritted.
    What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been. She’d been feeling. And desperate to keep on feeling regardless of whether or not it was smart.
    She wasn’t even sure if she was smart anymore. Or if all her brain cells had just evaporated from the heat of his touch.
    That was possible. Probable.
    Kissing Charlie had certainly never been like that. If it had been, her virginity would be long gone, edicts of good-girl behavior be damned.
    But Charlie hadn’t kissed like that. Never. Not once. So she’d kept her clothes on easily and, frankly, now that she’d kissed Micah, she judged the women who’d gotten naked with her ex a lot more harshly than she had before.
    Obviously Charlie was even less impressive than she’d originally realized.
    Or maybe Micah was just that much more.
    She didn’t like that thought. Didn’t like it at all.
    One taste of Micah was all she would ever allow herself. And when she did have a taste of another man in the future, she would like it to be closer to the experience of kissing this man than to the experience of kissing the boy who’d put that big diamond ring on her finger.
    She would prefer it if Charlie were the anomaly. Not Micah.
    “We’ll see about that, baby.”
    “Don’t
baby
me,” she said, forgetting to hide her annoyance. Forgetting to be cool and unbreakable.
    Forgetting.
Ha
. As if she had a choice.
    “Maybe next time you shouldn’t kiss me if you can’t handle it.”
    Her heart was thundering, her whole body shaking. But she squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. “Please. You don’t think I can handle a kiss and a grope? It was a nice kiss, but honestly, you men could mix it up more. You always go straight for a woman’s breasts. It’s so predictable.” Ah, salvation in the form of a cutting remark. She was grateful for that.
    A slow smile curved his lips. “You did seem pretty bored. If I’d continued to bore you for much longer, you would have come without me ever touching you under your clothes.”
    “I have a little more self-control than that,” she bit out.
    “Except,
baby,
you weren’t in control just now. I was. Don’t forget. I think we’re done here for the day. If you can’t sleep tonight, you know where to find me.”
    He turned away from her and walked out of the room. She heard the front door of the mansion slam shut and her whole body sagged.
    She felt hollow. Anxiety slowly replacing the arousal that had built up inside her. She could pretend to him, act like she was unaffected, but she knew.
    She
wanted
him.
    She’d never wanted a stranger. Never wanted