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Оглавление“You no-good, despicable—”
Her words were all-American, and his reaction was all male. There was only one way to silence her and he took it, lifting her to him and capturing her lips with his. She struggled. She fought. He kept kissing her, told himself it was the best way to keep her quiet.
Told himself that even as he felt himself drowning in her taste, her scent, her heat.
“Don’t fight me,” he whispered against her lips.
And for one amazing moment she obeyed. Her body softened; he let go of her fists and gathered her in his arms, bringing her tightly against him. Her lips softened, too, and parted just enough so he could slip the tip of his tongue into her mouth and savor its sweetness.
Savor it until he felt the sharp bite of her teeth.
Khalil cursed, jerked back, and dragged his handkerchief from his pocket. He put it against his lip, looked at the tiny crimson smear on the creamy white linen—and laughed.
Layla stared at him in disbelief. She’d bitten him and he’d laughed? Maybe she was losing her mind. It was the only thing that made sense…
