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It was a hard, possessive kiss—a hot, fizzing pressure against her lips that made them tingle as if high-voltage electricity was passing directly from his body to hers.

Poppy had intended to fight him but somehow, as soon as his mouth connected with hers, her lips softened and become totally pliant, melting beneath the fiery purpose of his. She opened to his command and tasted the full potent heat of him.

But, even more mortifying, she gave a soft little whimper of approval just before he broke the connection.

It was of some slight consolation to her that he looked just as shocked as she felt. His dark eyes were almost black and a frown had appeared between his eyebrows as he dropped his hands from her upper arms and took an unsteady step back from her.

Poppy let out her breath in a flustered rush. She knew the battle was far from over.

It was just beginning.