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Alec groaned, or maybe Wren did. She splayed her hands on his chest. His head bent and he was kissing her. Not sweetly and gently, but so desperately she could probably tell he’d bottled up all his hunger.

He was kissing Wren.

What in hell was he thinking?

He wasn’t thinking. Couldn’t. This felt too good. Too right.

He cradled the back of her head so that he could angle it to please him. The other hand gripped her hips and pulled her tight against him.

He wanted her. That was all his mind could wrap itself around. Wanting.

But he couldn’t have her. He knew that, too. He pulled away before he got so deep he wouldn’t be able to.

She blinked several times in succession and took a step back. His hands dropped to his sides. He saw her swallow.

“You kissed me.”