LARRY’S POV“Rowan—stop.”My hands were on his chest, pushing weakly, more out of panic than strength. But Rowan didn’t stop.His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, then my neck, leaving passionate kisses that made my mind go blank. “I can’t,” he murmured. “Not when you smell this good.”My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.“This is wrong,” I said, even though my body betrayed me by leaning into his touch. “You’re my sister’s husband—”“Not really,” he cut in and I gaped at him. “Not really?! That doesn’t make any sense!”His hands suddenly slid under the hem of my shirt, and I sucked in a breath. “Rowan—”He moved my shirt up, and my panic level shot up even more.“No, no, no,” I said, grabbing at the fabric. “We can’t—” He refused to listen and took off the rest of my shirt.I tried to shove him away, but he was so much more stronger. He grabbed my wrists and pressed them against the wall above my head.“Rowan!” I yelled to get his attention. But his face
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