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“You expecting me not to sleep with anybody else?”

His expression goes dark enough that I almost smile. “You really gotta ask me that?”

“Bitter.”

He exhales through his nose. “No other men. No other women. If we’re doing this, we don’t share.”

Something warm and frightening opens in my chest. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says, like the word costs him more than it should. “I understand.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” His thumb moves once along my cheek. “That’s what scares the shit out of me.”

I almost smile. “Very romantic.”

“I warned you.”

“You did.”

He looks at me for another long second, then asks more quietly, “You still want me?”

“Yes.”

Chapter Seven

Sweet

Bitter kisses me again, and this time there is nothing cautious about the hunger.

His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath I just gave him, one hand sliding into my hair while the other clamps around my waist. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer because I have spent all damn day watching this man fix things, ask permission, back off when I tell him to, and pretend none of it means anything.

I am tired of pretending too.

Instead of backing me toward the bed, Bitter turns and drops into the kitchen chair behind him, dragging me with him until I’m straddling one thick denim-covered thigh. His cut is still on, black leather warm beneath my palms, patches brushing my fingers when I catch myself against his chest.

I pull back enough to look at him. “What are you doing?”

His hand settles on my hip. “Thought you wanted foreplay.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t.”

“That’s what I thought.”

That smug mouth is asking to be bitten, so I bite his lower lip. His fingers tighten hard enough to make me gasp.

“Careful, sunshine.”

“There you go warning me again.”

“I ain’t warning you.” His gaze drops to where my legs are spread over his thigh. “I’m giving you a chance to understand what you’re starting.”

I look down too, and suddenly I understand why he put me here.

My pussy is pressed against hard muscle covered in rough denim, my shorts thin enough that the heat of him comes straight through. His boots are planted wide on the floor, leather creaking when he shifts beneath me. The movement drags me over his thigh, and I suck in a breath.

Bitter’s eyes darken.