Page 35 of Broken Love


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I shift upward and he quickly stands with me.

“Caleb,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else to know about this. Can you keep this between us? Please?”

I nod, sensing the shame in his tone. “Okay.”

He lets out a light sigh. “Thank you.”

I turn to leave but Boxcar takes a quick step forward to stop me.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you earlier,” he says.

“With what?”

His lips twitch. “With that whole kiss thing.”

Red tickles my cheeks even more. “You didn’t.”

“Good.”

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you with the whole beating you thing,” I add.

“You didn’t,” he says. “Also, you cheated, so…”

I grit my teeth. “I did not—”

“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckles. “It was worth it.”

I hold back my laugh. “Shut up and get back inside. Rhys wants to see you.”

He takes a quick stride toward me. There’s fear in his eyes but it’s quickly overruled by the obvious lust controlling him. His fingers latch around my arm and he gently pulls me in to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

My entire body breaks, torn in half by duty and desire. I pull away to stop our kiss and take a slow breath, but it only gets caught in my throat as my lips tremble for more of him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers.

He bends over to grab his bag off the crate and his soft touch slides off my arm.

The wind kicks up, slapping the loose tarps strapped to the crates nearby. I can barely hear it over the blood pounding in my ears. I bite my lip, trying to quell the seductive urge to feel his mouth again. This is wrong. It’s all wrong, and yet…

Boxcar slides his laptop into his bag and throws it over his shoulder, preparing to step around me to head back into camp. My feet move on their own and I block his path.

I kiss him back. His hands immediately cup my face, holding me close as our lips lock over and over again.

My god, his mouth. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but this is quite possibly the most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced. It’s the perfect blend of soft and firm, wet and dry, with just the right amount of tongue — and his hands. He moves one down my body, wandering over my breast to curl around my lower back and hold me against him. I feel his chest heaving with mine and his fingers trembling along my skin and his growing, hard—

Oh, god.

Fuck, what am I doing?

I step back, nearly falling over from the lack of blood entering my brain. “I have to go—” I spin away from him, instantly regretting it as his hands slip from my skin, but I keep moving.

I rush to the barracks without looking back, knowing I’ll never be able to pull my eyes off him if I do.

My feet carry me back to my cot and plop down onto it, burying my burning face into my rock-hard pillow.

“Well, what did he say?”

I raise my head to find Fox staring back at me from his cot next to mine. “It didn’t come up,” I answer quickly.

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