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stomach was tight, toned, and I couldn’t help my bleeding fingers as they descended on her skin, my hand as it rested above her hip or my thumb as it rubbed against that scar.
    I wanted to kiss it, lick it, make this gorgeous girl see I wasn’t fussed by the mark. It was part of her, wasn’t it? And even though I had wanted to throttle her just an hour before, I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t wanted her from that first chat in her classroom. She was smart. Funny. And blimey was she fecking gorgeous.
    I touched her, my thumbnail running along that pink, angry gash and her stomach muscles twitched and the faint, nearly translucent hairs on her stomach stood on end.
    She liked that. She liked me touching her.
    Well, shite, mate, that was excellent, wasn’t it now?
    But I couldn’t let her see that I liked it too, the touching her bit. I pulled back, straightened, and my first thought was to show her just how marked up I was as well.
    I showed her my shoulder, where I’d had a particularly nasty scar since I was a kid, the one Rory McDonald gave me when he pushed me onto some broken equipment. Her face went nearly blank, those beautiful gray eyes skimming all over my skin.
    Dismissing the way she stared at me, I showed her another one just below my belly button. “Mickey Douglas forgot to ditch his watch during a practice match when I was eighteen. Fecking thing nearly ripped me in half when he lined me up and smashed me as I went for a try-scoring pass.”
    Then it was my stomach tightening, working the muscles hard as she stared. Autumn swallowed and her full, pink lips moved as though they wouldn’t let whatever was trying to come out her mouth, leave.
    “That’s um, yeah.”
    I took a step toward her, liking the way she stared, liking that her eyes weren’t on my scar, but stared down at the lines in my stomach, at the thin hair above my belt. I hoped she didn’t notice how hard I was getting. I hoped she wouldn’t see that my body liked her eyes on my skin.
    She went rigid when I dropped my shirt. I had stopped smiling. Sudden thoughts of that expression, of others I thought she could make, came to me. Thoughts of her staring at me with that same look as she rubbed her tight body against mine, as the smooth feel of her nakedness worked over me. She was soft everywhere with dips and curves that waited for my hands, for my lips. And freckles? Fuck me, I betted there were freckles over every inch of her body. I wanted to kiss each one.
    Her eyes flicked to my face. All sudden like, I had this fecking compulsion to touch her, feel just how soft that skin was, touch her face and those high cheekbones, that plump mouth. I moved my thumbnail across her bottom lip, smoothing it there just like she did mine the other night on the sidewalk. She had no clue what that did to me. We’d been barking at each other and I had been so hacked off by her sneaking off to have a chat with the president. I had figured that she’d backed out on her promise to keep my attack to herself. But all my anger had disappeared when she touched me, when her eyes went all soft like and her long fingernail moved across my bottom lip.
    I wanted her. Right then, on the street that night. I wanted to take her against the brick building behind us and kiss her soundly. I wanted to press her tiny, hard body against me, to grip her round arse, to show her what one bitty touch from her clever fingers had done to me.
    But then, she had fucked with me, was having me on and I had to hurry home, ignoring my da’s curious frown and dive into my shower with thoughts of those nimble fingers and full lips attacking my mind.
    All of that came back to me and I wondered if she was as affected by how much I wanted her as I was, wanting her, then and now. By the wide, gaping stretch of her eyes and how she ogled, I thought she was.
    She smelled like fecking heaven when I inched closer and I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, took in that flowery girl smell. I
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