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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR LAURA JANE WILLIAMS
  3. Dedication
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  49. Acknowledgements
  50. Publishing Credits
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. About the Author
  53. Fiction by the same author
  54. About the Publisher

‘Oh, because you know me so well?’ Evie fires off without thinking, though inwardly she kicks herself. She’s sick of it – sick of how she can’t let him in. She’s thought of him all day, craved him, even, and he’s being kind and she’s saying things she doesn’t mean. What the hell is wrong with her? ‘Okay fine,’ she adds, noting the wounded look on his face and trying to recover quickly. ‘You know me a bit.’ She pulls her own face then, letting him know she’s aware she’s been prickly. ‘I’m trying, you know,’ she tells him. ‘I’m doing my best to live up to this idea you have of me.’

Duke stops walking and turns her to face him, his hands on her shoulders. He sighs.

‘I need you to stop this,’ he says. ‘I can’t convince you that you’re amazing, and that I like you, and that I’m not going to change my mind every single time we talk. I’m too tired, Evie. I just want you to be in this.’

Evie looks to her feet. Why does he always have to be so articulate, so clear about what he wants?

‘Okay.’ She pouts. ‘No need to cry about it.’

He playfully hits her arm. ‘For pity’s sake.’ He laughs, visibly frustrated by her inability to be clear about what she wants. She finds the courage to look at him.

‘I’m hot for you, is that what you need to hear?’ she asks him.

He takes a step towards her. ‘Ooh,’ he says, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Actually, yes. Say it again.’

‘I’m hot for you,’ she repeats, mocking him.

‘Say it like you mean it,’ he instructs, and it’s harder for her to stay playful, now. She can’t be cheeky when he’s licking his lips that way, looking at her like he could take her right here, right now, right on the street.

‘I’m hot for you,’ Evie whispers, and he’s inches from her, now, and it’s Evie who is licking her lips this time. ‘I’m hot for you,’ she repeats again, turned on by the nearness of him, his obvious lust. She’s scared to want him as much as she does, but it’s way sexier to let herself desire him than it is to withhold just how much she needs his lips on hers, his hard, muscled body pressed against her.