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“Later,” she said softly. “We can talk later.” I blinked. “Mila—” “Right now,” she interrupted, her voice steadier, “I want you.” Heat slammed through me, sudden and overwhelming. I stared at her, my brain struggling to catch up with what she’d just said. She wanted me. Not explanations. Not apologies. Not the truth I’d been bracing myself to give. Me. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing my jaw, and the touch sent a jolt straight through my chest. “Connor,” she whispered, and the way she said my name—raw, needy, certain—undid me completely. “Are you sure?” I asked, even though my body was already screaming at me to stop talking. She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” That was all I needed. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her—hard, desperate, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my mouth against hers. She responded immediately, her fingers fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. The world narrowed to just us. Just this. Her taste. Her warmth. The way her body arched into mine like she’d been waiting for this, too. Keep reading HIS TO RUIN... Kindle & KU: amzn.to/43AuJKs Paperback: amazon.com/dp/B0GJKSPPQ5