“Well, that won’t do now, will it?” he murmured as his hot mouth descended to my neck. He pulled back and studied me and then my hand. Drunk on the smell of pine and the taste of his lips, I touched his face then hissed at the sharp pain in my hand. Taking advantage of the space created, he moved his hips in line with mine and coaxed a breathy moan from me as his hard length rubbed me through our clothing. His solid body pushed against me until we were flat on his bed, and I hiked my knee up to brace against his waist. He snaked a hand up to grasp my hair, gripping firmly and controlling my head as he teased my lips apart and delved in, exploring my mouth with a confidence that made my knees shake. River rewarded my choice with a low growl as his mouth closed over mine. Don’t you agree… love?” As he purred the endearment, I lost my tenuous hold on dignity and closed the distance between us. “Well,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across my mouth, “if it will help, it seems rude not to try. I’m Kit Davenport and this is only the beginning. Teaming up with unlikely allies may be my only chance at survival or my biggest mistake. Peril lurks on every corner as I try to uncover my past and origin. Now, I don’t know who to trust or where to go. And trust me, these abilities are coveted–and dangerous. I slapped on a secret identity and became an internationally renowned thief, known as The Fox. So, I did what any privileged, adopted boarding school girl would do. I want vengeance so badly that I can almost taste it.
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