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Chapter Four
    “You’re out of your mind,” she said, the words rushing out.
    Zeke knew he was pushing. And he didn’t care. He moved closer, boxing her in until her back pressed against the refrigerator.
    “I don’t think so, baby. And it’s time for both of us to stop running and face the facts. We both failed each other.”
    The last seven years had haunted him. The mistakes they’d both made. The angry words and demands. And when it came down to it, the biggest issue was that they were both too stubborn and had too much pride. When she’d told him she was done with undercover work and that she wanted them both to move to a different area of law enforcement since it had become too dangerous, his ego had immediately reared its head.
    Somewhere deep down he knew she’d been right. That getting back in the game was something he might not come out the winner of. And that was the thing—he’d wanted to win at everything—the argument, the job—and his own stubbornness had made them both losers.
    The realization of what they both had to gain just by giving in a little made the tension creep from his shoulders. His body was still on high alert—how could it not be with her standing there looking flushed and angry and fuckable?
    Her face was scrubbed clean, but she had a natural beauty that had no need of makeup. Her hair was pinned up in a messy knot and strands had come loose so it framed her face. The clothes she’d put on weren’t meant to entice. Just lounge pants and a long-sleeve T-shirt, but he could see how hard her nipples were beneath the cloth and he wanted nothing more than to peel her out of the layers and rediscover her body.
    “You always did have an oversized ego,” she sneered.
    The corner of his mouth curled up in a smile. “That’s not the only thing that’s oversized right now. Have I mentioned how much I love a good argument with you? How wet are you, Mia? Should I take you fast and hard so we can work out the frustration, or keep you on that edge and make you beg for it?”
    Her eyes dilated and her lips parted as arousal flushed her cheeks. His head dipped down and his lips hovered just above hers, giving her the chance to protest. But her dark eyes widened and stayed steady on his, and then her hands came up and rested on his chest. He thought at first she was going to push him away, but then her fingers trailed down—slowly, slowly—until they rested just above the button of his jeans.
    Bombs exploded in his head and fire rushed through his nervous system. Her touch could take him places he’d never been before, and he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as badly as he wanted Mia in that moment.
    His arms circled her waist and his lips moved over hers, their tongues clashing and colliding in a familiar dance. A moan escaped her throat, and her fingers jerked at the button of his jeans. He grabbed her hands.
    “Too fast, baby. I’ll never make it if you touch me right now.”
    She tasted of beer and woman, and he drank her in like a man who’d found an oasis after being lost in the desert. He pulled her closer. He wanted to consume her, surround her, until his body was part of hers. She went to his head like a drug, and a barely leashed hunger raged inside him.
    “Zeke, please. Enough waiting.” Her head fell back as his teeth nipped at her neck. “I can’t take it anymore.”
    “Oh, you’re going to take it, baby,” he whispered. “Over and over again.”
    His hands moved over her, memorizing the shape of her. From her full breasts, down to her waist, and then farther down to the flare of her hips. His. The claiming was unmistakable.
    He untied the drawstring at her waist and let the lounge pants fall to the floor. And then his hands roamed around to her ass.
    “Jesus, Mia,” he groaned, feeling bare skin where he’d been expecting the lace of her panties to be. He lifted her, the hard length of his cock notching against her clit. He could feel her