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She should have said something...

Eli’s hands wove through Reagan’s hair and kept her face turned up to his. “You never have to apologize for looking at me, Reagan. Ever.”

“Things are different now, Eli. We both know it. If we can just get through—”

His hands tightened in her hair the second before his mouth crushed down on hers. Lips and teeth and tongue, all demanding and wanting and wet heat. She ached with need and hunger, ached in a way she’d forgotten she could feel.

Every thrust of his tongue demanded her response, refused to allow her to think, gave her no quarter except to touch him and move with him, to feel the hard muscle under his soft skin. She wanted everything he offered. Everything.

Reagan had missed this ravenous sexual ache; she’d hungered for this fire that branded her. It burned her from the inside out and turned her reservations to ash.

Eli freed one hand from her hair and, gripping her belt loop, yanked her closer.

And, God forgive her, she fell willingly into her first love’s embrace...