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I pulled into the driveway and parked where she told me. The garage door was open, and she was standing just inside, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like she owned it.
That look on her face wasn’t casual. It was intense. Her body was wrapped in a short black robe, hair tied back but loose strands framed her face. Every part of her called to me, like she was made to be devoured, and I hadn’t had a chance to lay a finger on her in weeks.
I stepped out, shut the car door, and walked toward her.
“You made it,” she said, a smirk tugging at her lips.
“You sound surprised.”
“I was starting to think you’d chicken out.”
I reached her, sliding one hand to her hip and the other up into her hair. “I told you. When I come, I come to take.”
I kissed her hard, shoving her back a
