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“Stop talking.”

“Sorry.”

Putting the car in park, he turned to me briefly, giving me a don’t-move-a-muscle look before hopping out and coming to my side. We walked, hand in hand, up the steps onto the porch and before I could reach for the door handle, he spun me around.

“I want to kiss you again.” His voice was barely audible above the sounds of the crickets chirping in the night.

“I’m not going to stop you.”

“Thank fuck,” he breathed at the same time his lips drifted into mine. It was soft and slow, an exploration, as if he was testing the waters to make certain I was okay. His tongue grazed my lower lip and I opened immediately, eliciting a low groan from us both. I was so lost in the sensations of the best kiss I’d ever had; I didn’t realize we’d moved until my back hit the front of the house.

My arms lifted to wrap around his neck, but he stopped their ascent, grabbing my wrists in a firm, yet gentle hold, drawing them over my head. The position brought his body in direct contact with mine, leaving me with little doubt as to the effect I had on him. He was hard…everywhere.

Shifting my wrists to one hand, his other cupped my jaw, tilting my head to the side as he deepened our kiss farther. Goosebumps danced across my skin, causing me to shiver even though I felt like I was burning alive.

I’d been kissed before—or so I thought—but I was quickly learning that everything was different with Alec. Blaming it on my hormones would be a lie, and there were too many of those floating around already. No, it was him…it was us. We were combustible together, like a match to a flame.

“We have to stop before I fuck you up against the house.” He nipped my bottom lip.

“Yeah.” I ground my hips against his erection. “That would be bad.”

“We’re taking this slow, baby.”

“Um, Alec. I hate to break it to you, but we sped right past slow almost eight weeks ago.”

“I know, and I have zero regrets about that night, especially when I’ve finally got you here in my arms.”

I stiffened, a sense of unease suddenly clawing at my spine.

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?”

Touching his lips to my forehead, he quickly disavowed me of any worry with his next words.

“No buts. I want it all with you, Firefly. We started this thing between us ass-backward and I want the chance to make it right, to have all those firsts. I want to make a lifetime full of memories we can tell our kids and grandkids about.”

“Holy shit,” I exhaled.

“You understand me now, baby? I’m talking about forever.”

CHAPTER 6

Allesandro

THREE DAYS HAD gone by since I’d made my intentions clear. Quin and our baby were my future. I’d never stood a chance. My mind may have been waging war against my heart, but in the end, it was fighting a losing battle. She was always going to be mine.

Between my schedule and hers, we’d been limited to phone calls and text messages since our make-out session. Something had to give for both of us. I’d already spoken to Gabe about cutting back on the ungodly number of hours I put in at Quattro. It wasn’t like I needed the money. In fact, I had enough in my bank account to retire and live comfortably, but I loved my job. I simply had to find some balance, which was another thing I’d talked to my oldest brother about.

“How do you do it?”

I’d been driving around, trying to gain perspective when I ended up at Gabe’s house. He opened the door and the question was out of my mouth before any pleasantries were exchanged.

“Do what?”

“How do you manage to work the hours we do and still have time for Cate and Miller?”

“Come inside.” He stepped back, allowing me entry. “You want a beer?”

I followed him to the kitchen where he pulled two bottles from the fridge. Handing me one, he leaned against the counter, feet crossed in front of him. I mirrored his position then took a long pull of the dark lager.

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