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heartbeat, bullets started flying from opposite sides of the bridge.  The damn Snakeheads and Hammerskins were exchanging ammunition. A thick billow of smoke from the backend of her car offered him enough coverage to jerk the door open, push Lacey down across the front seat and shield her with his body.
    The hammering of her heart echoed against the outer wall of his chest.  For a few seconds he couldn’t distinguish the beating of hers from his. 
    Her voice came out strained and breathy.  “What has happened?”
    He tried to raise up enough to keep from crushing her but not so far as to catch a bullet in the brain. 
    He decided not to sugarcoat it for her.  Maybe if he was blunt enough, she’d get the message she didn’t belong here.  “You and your rattletrap have ignited a turf war between two rival gangs.”
    She gasped, sending little puffs of her sweet breath against his cheek.  Of course, he wasn’t giving her much room to breathe.  His hard, muscular torso was pressed flush against her soft, beautiful breasts.  She smelled like cinnamon and apples.  Fuck! Her and those damn pies were going to be the death of him.
    She squirmed beneath him, and he couldn’t control his cock any more than he had been able to control her. This time he cursed out loud.  “Damn it, Lacey! Be still.  I’m only flesh and blood here.”
    “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. 
    He wasn’t sure if the tears glistening her warm brown eyes was out of fear of a bullet or fear of him and his jutting erection.  He tried to mentally will it away, but the harder he tried, the harder it got.  She was just so damn gorgeous. So curvy. So soft.  He wanted to melt into her femininity.  Lose himself between her thighs. If he didn’t taste her soon, he was going to lose his mind.
    He attempted to lie in an effort to comfort her.  “It’s not your fault,” he whispered, soothingly.  Then a stab of guilt sliced through his gut.  He didn’t want to lie to her.  Ever.  Even if it temporarily made her feel better.  He had tried to push her away.  To warn her off, but she didn’t listen.  “What I just said isn’t true, Lacey.  And I always want to be honest with you.  This particular instance is your fault.  I told you to stay the hell away.  You should have listened to me.  This part of town is dangerous.  I’m dangerous.  Why the fuck didn’t you listen to me?”
    A tear slid down her lovely face, and he wanted to rip his eyeballs out to keep from seeing.  Her bottom lip quivered when she spoke.  “Are we going to die?”
    “You’re not. I’ll make sure of it.  I might.  But not before I do this—”
    He gripped her chin and took her mouth hard and fast.  Desperately and passionately.  The kiss was primal.  Nothing but heat, growls and teeth.  There was a very real possibility his rock-hard prick would rip through his tattered jeans.  He might very well die with it hanging out.  But Lacey tasted like heaven, and he couldn’t give a shit how things ended for him as long as she was safe.
     
    IF SHE DIED RIGHT now, Lacey would leave this world happier than she had ever been in her life.  Chance was kissing the shit out of her.  It was hotter than hell, and his tongue was tastier than any apple pie that had ever crossed her lips.  She was still amazed at how delicious his breath and mouth were.  Everyone knew living on the streets wasn’t always conducive to regular bathing or good hygiene.  But he had apparently somehow taken excellent care of his teeth. 
    She had never been kissed like that before.  It was earth-shattering and mind-blowing.  Floating on a cloud of endorphin-induced euphoria, she no longer noticed the bullets whizzing past their heads.  No longer paid any attention to the sparks when one glanced off the hood of her car.  No longer cared about the damage being done to the Honda.  As long as she was tucked against Chance’s chest, engulfed in his arms and utterly at the