For the Power
No. I didn’t. I didn’t want to hear it. “Don’t.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Oh, Eva, we are so past that.” His mouth crushed mine in a punishing kiss. The heat that had been gathering behind my eyes melted to tears.
“No!” I tore my mouth from him. “No. You don’t get to do this. Not now. I can’t. I won’t.”
He kissed me again, hard and desperate and hungry, as if trying to cram a hundred kisses into one. My heart swelled in my chest, and the numbness threatened to retreat. I shoved at his immovable torso, wanting him gone, but in the next heartbeat, I fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.