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“Stay with me.”
Her knees buckled, but he was there to hold her up. Yes!
I want to stay with you. “I could spend some time,” she
began.
“No. Spend the night.” His gaze was unflinchingly direct.
“I have to work tomorrow,” she protested weakly.
Troy remained silent and just watched her. When she made a
step away from him, he acted. “Trix,” he muttered as one
hand encircled her arm. “You know how much I want you.”
“I…I…I have to pay for my gas,” she mumbled, taken way off
balance by his blatant admission. She pulled away and headed
to the counter feeling him right behind her but refusing to
look back.
Paying quickly, Trix hurried out into the dark night. It was
still raining as she bolted to her car. Three steps away
from the protection of the roof over the pumps she was
halted and spun around.
Troy towered over her. The rain sluicing down his hair and
face only highlighted his chiseled features. His clothes
just as drenched as hers. The look in his eyes was
single-minded determination.
Before she could form a sentence his arm had pulled her
flush to him and his mouth descended with mastery upon hers.
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Burke, 2008.
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