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My eyes bore into hers.
No.
Not now.
Not him.
Me.
I have her now. She’s mine. And if he wants her so badly, then I’ll makeherwantmeinstead.
So I grip her face and force her to turn as I slam my lips onto hers.
CHAPTER 41
Ivy
I don’t even knowwhat’s happening.
One moment, I’m overwhelmed by the mere touch of his fingers sliding down my spine … and then the next his lips are ravaging mine.
My God, the way he kisses me is beyond any kind of kiss Max has ever given me. They’re sultry and greedy, wild and deepening with every stroke as his tongue forces apart the seam of my lips and invades my mouth. Still, I don’t stop him.
He groans against my lips as he sucks on them, rolling his tongue around mine as if he’s been fighting the desire to claim me for his own all along. As if something, or someone, has been holding him back.
But not anymore.
His grip on my face lowers to my neck, fingers tightening around my throat as he pushes me up against the mirror in the back ofthe booth and kisses me senseless, breathless, completely out of my mind, overpowered by desire.
And still, I don’t stop him.
Instead, I kiss him back just as feverishly, struggling to maintain balance as his package prods into my belly, and a hungry groan emanates from deep within his chest, turning me on like nothing else.
What’s wrong with me?
When he finally releases my throat, I murmur, “Wait—”
I pull away despite wanting it so badly.
“No. I’ve waited long enough to have you for myself,” he groans, still nibbling at my lips. “I need you. Now.”
Fuck, this deal I have with them sure is trouble.
“But we’re in a shop,” I murmur.
“I don’t fucking care.” He grips my waist and lifts me with ease, using his muscular arms. “Let them listen to you moan. They’ll never experience the kind of pleasure I can offer you.”
He kisses my neck and drags a line down toward my clavicles, stopping only to rip my dress away with his teeth so he can suck on my nipple instead. And fuck me, my entire body comes to life under his touch.
“More than anything Max will ever be able to give,” he grits, kissing me senseless.
I breathe a hampered breath as he lavishes my nipples with dirty licks. “You’re jealous of him?”
“I’m jealous of what you two have,” he replies. “Of what you give to him. Of what he gives to you.”
The kiss they shared instantly invades my mind, but the image dissipates the second Heath’s strong hands grip my ass and wedge me against the mirror. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Even though it’s wrong, I still do what he says.