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Then he moved quicker than she’d anticipated, and before she could stop him, he’d wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her back against the wall.

“What if I said I want you?” he asked, his breath fanning warmly over her face.

“For...for Christmas?” she asked, and felt like a colossal idiot.

He didn’t smile, but shook his head, his hands slipping under her coat to rub along her back. “No. Right now. I want you, Morgan.”

He moved again and Morgan saw his arm lifting. He was going to touch her. No, wait, he was already touching her. She should move. She should put lots of distance between them to keep whatever was about to happen from happening. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. His fingers grazed her jaw, came over her chin, then up to tap her bottom lip.

“You can’t want me,” she said, her body beginning to tremble even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.