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face.
    “What the hell is wrong with you today?” She yanked off her jacket and threw it across the room.
    Still angry, he was itching for a fight. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. You!” He pointed a finger at her before divesting himself of his own leather coat. “You’re what’s wrong with me, but you know what, Blue Eyes? I’m about to correct that.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She backed away slowly but he matched her step for step.
    “I’m talking about the fact that you are so fucking blind to your own beauty you can’t see when a man is attracted to you. That was no goddamn pity kiss. If you can’t tell the difference, then it’s obvious you need to be taught a lesson about kissing.”
    “Lesson?”
    He halted her retreat by grabbing her upper arms and pulling her toward his chest.
    “Lesson.” His lips descended on hers in a kiss that her insecure mind could never mistake for pity or friendship. It was an outright possession, an unreserved claiming. His tongue explored her mouth and his teeth nipped lightly at her lips as his hands moved up to cup her face, holding her still for his amorous assault.
    And an assault is exactly what it was. He gave her no quarter, no reprieve, no opportunity to misunderstand his meaning this time. She was not going to be his friend or his girl next door.
    She was going to be his.
    When he lifted his lips from hers, he saw such a mixture of emotion in her eyes that he didn’t know what to respond to first—the confusion, the fear or the yearning. Both of them were breathing heavily, so he allowed her to take one step back. He needed to give her time to consider his actions, his intentions, his longings. He was finished fighting the past. Tired of being bound to that endless hell. He wanted a future.
    Clearly she read his objective without words, because he saw her eyes widen with the realization.
    “Come here.” He deliberately softened his tone, not wanting to frighten her any more.
    “Why?”
    “Come here, Carly.”
    “Jon…” She was obviously stalling for time, but his patience was in tatters. Refusing to listen to any more of her rambling diatribes, he grabbed her roughly, pushing her back against the nearest wall. His lips cut off her protest, taking hers as if his life depended on stealing all the breath in her body.
    She was stunned motionless for several moments before he felt something give way. She succumbed to his intense kiss. Her hands slid slowly up his chest, continuing until his grip on her upper arms loosened enough that she could wrap them around his neck, her hands pulling his hair, keeping his lips on hers.
    Unwilling to give up control of the kiss, his own hands traveled down her back until he reached her buttocks, firmly gripping each cheek and pulling her toward him, grinding his hard erection into her soft stomach.
    She seemed shocked by the intimacy of his actions. Pulling back, she looked at him with blue eyes clouded with confusion…and lust. “Jon?”
    “No. No more talking.” Taking her lips again, he effectively halted anything she might have said. She’d had her say in the car—now he was going to prove her words false. Lightly nipping her lower lip, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, moving it in time with the thrusting of his hips against hers, leaving her no question where tonight would lead them.
    Slowly, he moved his kiss away from her now swollen lips, dragging them over her soft cheek to her ear, uncaring if his rough five o’clock shadow was scraping her. He felt an overwhelming desire to mark her. He tickled her ear with his tongue before biting the lobe gently. Ignoring her gasp, he moved farther down, pressing moist kisses and sharp nips along her throat until he reached the opening of her blouse.
    She was whimpering in his arms now, her hips thrusting toward him, unconsciously trying to find something to fill her. The thought undid him.
    Without a word, he stepped away and