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mocking. He was practically begging for a fight. And all because of what? Because some dude kissed me? Why did he even care? “You have five seconds to be gone.”
    Beer Breath turned red. “You know what? Run off with your little boyfriend and don’t ever come back to this frat again.”
    Beer Breath stormed off, leaving Finn and me alone on the porch. I pivoted and gave him what I hoped was an annoyed look. “You do realize I can handle a grabby-hands boy by myself, right? I dealt with you, after all.”
    He stepped closer, towering over me. “Ginger, you have no idea how to deal with me.”
    I stiffened. “I know that if I kissed you now, you wouldn’t push me away.”
    “Of course I wouldn’t. Look at you.” His gaze dipped over my body, and when he met my eyes again his own were blazing and hot. “Any man would kiss you back.”
    “You’d push me away after.”
    He lifted a shoulder but said nothing.
    He was so darn condescending and cocky. “Why are you at another frat party that I just happen to be at? Who are you? Why are you following me?”
    Finn leaned against a palm tree and looked far too casual, but he reminded me of one of those lions on the Discovery Channel. He looked perfectly calm on the surface, but in a second he could be all deadly and lethal. “I’m here because I was taking a walk down the beach, and I saw you and that loser kissing. Then I saw you push him away. I wanted to make sure you were okay, but now I’m wishing I had bashed his head into the fucking wall before I let him go.”
    My heart rose to my throat. “Why?”
    “Because you should be kissing me ,” he practically whispered. “Not some college boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
    He closed the distance between us. And as soon as his hands were on my hips, his mouth was on mine. The familiar sensations he’d awoken in me came to life, and I clung to him. His tongue entwined with mine, and he grabbed my waist, yanking me against him.
    I lifted up on tiptoe, trying to get closer, and moaned softly. He needed to do that again. And more. This is how a kiss was supposed to feel. This is what it was supposed to do to me. I might be inexperienced, but even I knew what a good kiss felt like.
    And. This. Was. It.

As soon as my lips touched hers, I knew I was making one of the biggest fucking mistakes of my life. I shouldn’t have done that. I really shouldn’t have done that. Seeing her in that bastard’s arms had triggered something deep within me. Something had made me go crazy and come down on her like a barbarian or some shit like that. I’d needed to show her who she should really be kissing. That same primal urge had apparently taken away the common sense God had given me. This was strictly off limits. Forbidden.
    Yet I couldn’t stop.
    When she whimpered into my mouth and pressed even closer to me, pressing her soft stomach against my hard cock, I wanted so badly to forget all the reasons why I couldn’t kiss her. Forget all the reasons I couldn’t bring her back to my place and spend all night making her scream my name.
    But then my phone buzzed.
    And all the reasons I shouldn’t be kissing her came flooding back. I jerked free and stumbled back, a hand over my mouth. As if that would help remove the memory of how wonderful she tasted. “Fuck.”
    She stiffened, her sapphire eyes going narrow. “No. Fuck you .” Flinging her hair over her shoulder, she headed for the dorms.
    I ignored my phone and stumbled after her. “Wait. I’m sorry.”
    “Sorry about what?” She spun around, arms akimbo and eyes blazing. “Sorry you kissed me again? Sorry you keep kissing me and then regretting it? Sorry you keep following me around?” She shoved my shoulders hard, but I didn’t move. Not much could move me anymore. “What’s your deal, anyway?”
    I clenched my jaw. “The truth is, I don’t want to want you. I’m a Marine. I could be out of this place in days for all I know. And I barely know you,