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to stay away because that is the best thing for
both of us.”
    “Lucien.”
She didn’t know what she was going to tell him, but maybe if she explained that
this wasn’t a passing emotion for her, and that she cared for him more than she
had ever cared for another man, he’d know this was worth the risk? “I don’t
want you to think this isn’t real for me.” His face was still so close to hers,
and his warm breath smelling slightly of whiskey moved
across her lips. She swallowed again, felt her nipples bead, and had wetness
coating her between her thighs. Her heart would speed up and slow slightly, and
repeated the process with each passing second.
    “ Fuck , Callie. This isn’t something I can
do with you—”
    “But
you want to do it,” she said breathlessly, and cut him off. Callie didn’t even
want to think about what he might say, and how he might tell her that she
needed to leave. Of course that would have been the smart thing for her to do,
but right now she didn’t want to think about being smart.
    “Wanting
you and having you are two very
different things.” He searched her face with his gaze, and then moved them back
until there wasn’t anywhere else for her to go. “But yeah, I fucking want you, have wanted you since I brought you back to my place
after you got sick at that party. But I can’t have you, Callie, because it’s
wrong, so fucking wrong, and a betrayal to a man I consider a brother.”
    “Lucien,
how do you think I feel? Kink is my dad.” She stared into his silver-grey eyes,
and wanted to lean up and kiss him so badly. He didn’t say anything, although
he still held onto the back of her head. “I love you, Lucien.”
    God,
why had she said that? Why had she said she said she loved him when it was
clear he didn’t want to take this any further?
    “Dammit,
Callie, you can’t say things like that.”
    “But
why? It’s the truth,” she said on a whisper, not sure why she was still speaking,
because she was just making this worse. Callie should have never come here,
should have never gotten out of her car, come to him, and kissed him like some
immature and naive child.
    He
didn’t respond, but looked so damn conflicted that her embarrassment consumed
her. She felt her face grow hot, knew it was red like a tomato, and wished the
ground would open up and swallow her.
    “Okay,
then maybe I should go, because this was a bad idea.” She no longer had her
hands on his chest, but she lifted them up again, placed them on his firm pecs , and glanced at his MC patch tattoo. She traced the
lines of the silhouetted motorcycle with her gaze, looked at the phoenix that
was behind the bike, and it felt like her heart was about to explode in her
chest.
    I want you, Lucien. God, I want you so
bad it hurts.
    “You
can’t say things like that because I am so fucking wrong for you, baby.”
    Her
knees shook at the endearment.
    “I
am a bad man, Callie, dangerous and far too old for you.”
    “I
don’t care about any of that, Lucien.”
    He
leaned in, and she held her breath. He moved his hand from behind her head,
cupped the side of her neck, and moved his thumb along her pulse point beneath
her ear.
    “You
should,” he said huskily. Lucien lifted his hand and ran his thumb along the
top of her lip, just barely touching her, and making her entire body light up
with tingles. “You should be so damn afraid of me, running in the other
direction, and finding a guy at school that wears cardigans and loafers, not
with one who wears leather, and kills men with his bare hands for fucking with
him or what he holds close.” He slipped his thumb to the seam of her lips now,
and without thinking she opened her mouth and sucked his finger inside. “And
I’d kill for you, Callie, break a motherfucker in two
if they so much as touched you, because I hold you close.” Lucien’s nostrils
flared, and he lowered his eyelids as he watched her mouth. Callie had never
been this bold, least of all with