“You can’t just keep doing that!” Ciaran called after her. “Sooner or later you’re going to have to answer my questions!” But he was breathless and his head felt fuzzy; he suspected it was the burns on his hands.
Brenna paused and turned, slewed him a narrow-eyed look. Then she prowled toward him, her steps silent, body sleek, and Ciaran was hypnotized by the sway of her hips. She knelt over him and fisted a hand in his hair, tugged him up, and kissed him again. His heart roared in his ears, and then -
“How will you stop me?”
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