CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WINTER BRAY The door blew open to expose an irritable and stressed Theodore Cohen. Hands turned into fists and jaw was clenched. His eyes settled on me and they darkened. In a split second, he smashed his lips onto mine. He kissed me hungrily, passionately. I would have stumbled back if Theo didn't have such a strong grip on my waist. His fingers dug into my skin, but I didn't mind. He was acting possessively toward me. He showed control. Dominance. His tongue invaded my mouth almost instantly, taking me by surprise. He moved me up against the wall as he ran his hands down to my butt. "Theo." I gasped, breaking the kiss. He grasped my butt harshly and went directly to my neck. I panted from his touch. From his way of kissing me. Those soft lips had an astonishing way of making me feel. I
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