“I never meant to—”
“But you did,” he hissed, low and furious. “Again and again.”
And then—God help her—she kissed him.
Roughly. Desperately. Like a woman on the verge of breaking.
They crashed into each other like wildfire, clothes hitting the floor in frantic pulls and half-sobs. He lifted her onto the kitchen counter, teeth against her neck, growling against her skin. She wrapped her legs around him like a vice, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to brand the moment into her bones before she could forget it again.
Afterward, she sat wrapped in a towel on the floor while he leaned against the cabinet, breathing hard.
“I don’t know who I am when I’m around you,” she said.
Devil looked at her, his eyes wild. “Then maybe that’s the real you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t keep
