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I didn’t know what yet, and I could no longer think as our lips melded and heat burned. The strange sensations sifting through my body were uncontrollable and I couldn’t get enough of him.

When he drew back to look at me, I was breathing harsh and my lips tingled from his bruising kiss. “I don’t know who you are right now.”

“You do, baby. It’s just a different side,” he said. “An older one.”

What did he mean by that? “I like you the other way, too, you know.”

He chuckled and my heart leapt. Wow, I’d never heard him chuckle. It was deep and graveled, and there was a spark in his eyes as he did it. And I knew it was something precious and rare.

He shifted to the side of me as his finger traced my swollen, red lips, his eyes following the feathered touch. Then he moved down over my chin, my neck, between my breasts to my belly button.

I held my breath, closing my eyes. No man had ever touched me with such care. It had always been clinical. He slowly pushed the sheet out of the way and his fingers stopped at the edge of my panties.

My eyes opened. “Kilter?” I wasn’t ready for this. I mean, my body certainly was, but emotionally I wasn’t. “I don’t think I’m ready to have sex.”

His fingers stilled on the lace edge of my panties. “We aren’t going to.”

“We aren’t?”

“Babe, no. Fuck. I’m a bastard, but you were shot and I haven’t seen you in six months. So no, we’re not fucking.”

“Oh, okay.” I bit my lip and smiled. “But the shot thing doesn’t really count because I’m healed.”

“Mmm.” He traced the edge of my panties with the tip of his finger and I arched into the touch. Maybe I was ready. God, I liked him touching me. No, I loved his touch.

“Don’t know where your head is at yet, Rayne. Hours ago, you were willing to walk away. You did walk away.” I opened my mouth to tell him I was wrong, but he gently squeezed my thigh. “Let me say this, babe.” He didn’t wait for my agreement as he continued. “I came back because I shouldn’t have driven off in the first place. I get that you’re scared. I was fuckin’ scared today too when I nearly lost you.” He was? It was hard to imagine Kilter scared of anything. “You need time to sort your shit out. I’m here until you do.” His hand moved away from my panties to cup my chin. “But don’t think for a second this between us can end. Because it can’t.”

Leaning in to me, he briefly kissed me before rolling from the bed and grabbing the soup bowl off the nightstand. “I’ll make you a sandwich. Chicken and tomato good?”

I nodded, still a little shocked at what just happened.

“Mayo and mustard?”

I nodded again.

“Okay.” Then he walked out.

I flopped my arm over my eyes. “Holy shit.”

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