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I just adore that Jackson Travis...
“We’ve cleared up why we both want this. There are no misconceptions or pressures besides the way we affect each other. In the light of logic you know who I am. What I am. I want you Angelina Marie. I intend to have you,” Travis lean into her, his mouth a breath above her lips, “I have no problem playing dirty.”
His fingers slowly lifted off her lips, trailing down her chin to her exposed, slender neck. His hand opened to wrap long fingers around the pale column. “After this moment, I have no intention of playing fair,” Travis confessed softly. “But I promise, you’ll never be in danger. You’ll never be board or lonely. And most of all, you will never need to step off that cliff again.”
His hand on her neck was a warm, firm collar that was all Travis. It didn’t frighten her. His holding her in this dangerous grip was strangely safe. It felt safe. It reminded her physically how much bigger he was. How much stronger. He could hurt her at any moment. The hand was there to make her think about that as she made a choice. Knowing his nature and his intentions made the move so achingly tender. He might say he wouldn’t play fair, but he was. He couldn’t help himself.