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One hand braces against the wall beside her head. The other grips her jaw, angling her exactly where I want her. She arches into me, making a breathless sound that goes straight to my cock.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say against her lips.

Her fingers twist into the front of my shirt. “Stop talking.”

I grin. “There she is.”

Then I kiss her again.

I drag my mouth along her jaw and down her neck. Bea tips her head, giving me more access. I kiss the spot beneath her ear, then bite it lightly. Her whole body shudders.

For half a second, I think that’s me.

Then she does it again, and I feel the cold of her skin beneath my hand.

I lift my head. “You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying to seduce you, not give you hypothermia.”

A breathless laugh escapes her. “Very thoughtful.”

“I’m a good guy, Doc.”

“You’ve got your hand on my ass.”

Yes, I do. I pull off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders. It practically swallows her, black leather hanging past her hands.

She looks down at herself, then back at me. “Better?”

“Much.”

Her fingers emerge from the sleeves and curl into the front of my shirt.

“Good,” she says. “Because you were in the middle of something.”

Fuck me.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you.”

“The gala.” She breathes. “I wanted you to at the gala.”

I lift my head. “Oh yeah?”

Her cheeks deepen in color. “Maybe the suit fitting.”

I growl in response. I knew she was eyeing me up.

“When was it for you?”

I could tell her the truth. The first day when I hid in her lab.

Instead, I kiss her again.