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"What?"

"Your smile."

I stare at her.

She's looking at me like I've handed her something.

Something she wanted.

"Do that again," she whispers.

"Demanding little thing."

"Occupational hazard."

I kiss the smart answer right off her mouth.

She melts against me.

Her hands slide beneath the collar of my shirt.

Fingers against my neck.

Warm and careful.

Too careful for a woman who's got me so fucking hard I can barely think.

I want her.

Christ, I want her.

Want her under me.

Want her screaming my name while I bury my hard cock into her.

Want to find out what she looks like when she finally stops being shy about what she wants.

And that's exactly why I need to get a grip.

She's been kidnapped.

Had a gun shoved against her.

Nearly died in a fucking car crash.

All in one afternoon.

And here I am thinking about getting her out of that sweater.

I ease back.

She follows my mouth.

"Kierra."

"Hmm?"

I brush my thumb over her cheek.