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She felt good against him. Warm and soft and very feminine.

He didn’t want to let her go.

“Connor?”

The lipstick she’d applied earlier had long since worn off, yet her lips were still rosy and moist. They were slightly parted in question, giving him just a glimpse of teeth and tongue.

He swallowed.

She must have picked up on the emotions suddenly running through him. Her eyes narrowed and darkened. A low groan wedged in his throat.

“Connor?” Mia said again, her voice little more than a whisper this time.

Maybe later he would come up with a good excuse for his actions. At least an explanation. But for now…

He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his.