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“Come over here, then,” Nico murmured, the hard lines of his face pure challenge. “If you’re so sure of what you want.”

He expected the invitation to frighten Chloe off. She could tell from the look on his face. And for a moment it did, freezing all coherent thought. She sucked in a breath, delivered necessary oxygen to her brain. She knew in that moment this was the only opening she was ever going to get with Nico. She either seized it or wondered what if? forever.

She shrugged her shoulders and let the towel fall to the chair. Got to her feet and walked over to him.

He didn’t resist, but he didn’t move to meet the kiss either. She found his lips with hers. Hard, betraying none of that inherent sensuality that was so much a part of him. She thought for a terrifying instant he was going to reject her. Then a soft curse escaped him, his arms clamped around her waist and he lifted her astride him, his hands cupping her bottom in his palms. She had just enough time to take a deep breath before he took her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that slammed into her senses.

Demanded everything.

As if it would make her run. As if he wanted her to run.

Instead, it made her skin burn.