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Lizzie shook her head. ‘I thought you understood, but you knew nothing about my life then—just as you know nothing about it now.’

‘As you know nothing about mine,’ Chico fired back.

And as the temperature soared between them she whirled around. She started to say something—something angry to hit back at him—something passionate to express all the hurt she’d felt when she was only fifteen—but as she speared a glance into Chico’s blazing eyes he reached out and caught her close.

She held her breath and stared up at him. He wouldn’t dare—surely he wouldn’t dare?

His grip tightened and slowly and deliberately he brought her inch by reluctant inch to within a whisper of his mouth. And when he brushed her lips with his she shivered and sighed—because she could do nothing else. It was a signal for him to move closer, until his hard body could control hers, and then, resting his forearm on the wall above her head, he dipped his head to tease her with almost-kisses until she was helpless with desire. Need collected inside her until finally it overwhelmed her.