Stepping closer, he lifts a hand and softly grazes my cheek. “I shouldn’t have laid one goddamn finger on you. That was my first mistake.” Anger kindles in his eyes as he rasps, “Now the floodgates have been opened, and there’s no turning back. I walked away earlier and allowed you to run back to that other guy. What I should have done is taken what I wanted. I should have thrown you over my shoulder, carried you out of the club, and taken you home ...