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Tag was no longer interested in playing nice.

He was close enough to feel the heat coming off Mia’s body, to smell his soap on her skin. She moved toward him in a sweet collision. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her thighs pressed against his. All those layers of clothes couldn’t keep him from remembering what she’d felt like naked in his arms.

And wanting a repeat.

Keeping his hands off her was impossible. So he slid a hand around the back of her neck, tracing the soft skin, loving how the small tendrils of hair clung to his fingers as he drew her closer. She made a small, throaty sound, tipping her head back against the door, and he was lost.

He covered her mouth with his and kissed her. He felt the strangest sense of coming home.

He wanted her, every stubborn, prickly and sensuous inch of her.

Never mind they were both leaving and he probably had no business touching her. Instead of stopping, though, he deepened their kiss.

Her lips parted beneath his, but there wasn’t an ounce of submission in her. Trap. She lured him in in the best kind of sensual ambush, making a sound that was part delight, part moan. He threaded his fingers through her free hand, pinning it above her head. Her fingers closed around his in response, and he couldn’t have broken free if he wanted to. Instead, he drank in the little sounds she made as her tongue tangled with his and they both fought to control the kiss and the heat. Kissing and kissing.

Because admitting defeat wasn’t something either of them did...