Kate crossed her arms. “I’m not complicated.”
“Oh yes, you are. Incredibly complicated. And off limits.”
“Look, it was just a kiss. If you can’t handle a little first base, it’s your problem, not mine.”
Rhys stopped in front of her, shaking his head. “What?”
“I’m not some kid anymore, Rhys. I can kiss whomever I want. And I do. If you want to continue living by my brother’s rules, then I suggest you head back to the bar.”
“I guess I have more respect for Steve than to try and feel up his sister after being back in town for less than a day.”
“That’s fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Fine. I’ll sleep just fine.”
“Goodnight,” he said.
Rhys reached for her, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her in to kiss her again. Kate enjoyed this kiss even more than the first one. It was full of his exasperation, plus his inevitable surrender, making it incredibly hot. Her victory was intoxicating.
And so was that excerpt, dang! Seriously, though, I can really identify with Kate: nothing fires me up more than knowing the man I'm so totally into is completely losing control for want of me. W00F!
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