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Slade grabbed his keys and went to claim her.
KATE ROLLED OVER FOR the hundredth time and shoved the sheets back. Sweat beaded her body, and her skin was oversensitive to any fabric, even the soft cotton of her T-shirt. Her core throbbed and wept for relief that no hot pink ginormous vibrator could ever satisfy. Images of Slade and Elena making love in his bed tortured her vision. She anticipated his call, detailing his meal and telling her to try again.
Tonight, the phone remained silent.
With a low curse, she sat up and ripped off her shirt, hating even the slight brush of contact against her swollen breasts. She was being punished and it was a doozy. She'd pushed him into the arms of another woman, afraid to claim him for herself, and now it was too late.
The clock digits shone in neon green. Midnight. Robert whimpered from his spot in his orthopedic bed. As if he was also disturbed by her inability to sleep, he shifted fitfully in a drive to get comfortable. Kate sighed and sat up. Maybe she'd put on a movie. Or fire up her iPad and read. Anything but keep thinking about Slade naked with someone other than her.
Loser.
She kicked off the covers and trudged topless into the living room. She grabbed a bottle of water, turned on the reading lamp, and heard the noise.
Kate froze. What the hell? Adrenaline rushed through her and she jumped for the phone to call 911 when the doorbell rang.
Tiptoeing to the door, she peered out the sidelights.
Slade stared back at her.
Kate jerked back with a gasp. What was she going to do?
"I saw you, Kate. Let me in. Now."
She bit her lip and pondered. This was not a good idea. "It's midnight," she hissed through the door.
"I know what time it is. I'm freezing, open the frickin' door."
Crap, she was naked! She grabbed the afghan from the chair, wrapped it around her like a toga, and slid open the lock.
He walked in like he owned the place and her. His gaze took in her makeshift outfit, probing the loose holes of the blanket and uncovering the skin beneath. Her nipples hardened instantly. A dangerous air of masculine temper sparked the air, the surge of testosterone wrapping her in a spell that dragged her back to basic instincts desperate to escape years of civility. To mate. To give.
To surrender.
Kate shivered. "What are you doing here?"
"It was a test, wasn't it?"
She didn't pretend to misunderstand. The knowledge she'd run out of options squeezed her like an insect wrapped tight in the silky rope of a spider's web. Kate lifted her chin.
"Yes."
He growled and took a step forward.
One sharp bark jerked her head around. Robert paused in the doorway of the bedroom, watching the scene. He dragged his body down the hall at rapid speed, placing himself in front of her like he was a fully trained guard dog ready to take down an assailant. Love and pride surged for the unbreakable bond of his protection. Kate opened her mouth to calm him, but Slade had already moved.
With a humble grace that left her speechless, Slade knelt before Robert in supplication. He offered his hands slowly out in the universal gesture of surrender. "Thank you for taking care of her," he said gently. "But I would never hurt her. I swear to you on all I hold dear in this lifetime, I will never hurt your mistress."
She held her breath as he leaned forward until he was nose to nose with the pit bull. Moments passed. A look of shared understanding and something deeper passed between them. Slowly, Robert relaxed his rigid stance, bowed his head, and licked Slade's palm softly. Then he dragged himself back into the bedroom.
The last of her defenses shattered. Kate stared at the man who had humbled himself before her dog, honoring Robert's emotions as if he were human. Slade rose to his feet, stripped off his jacket, rolled up his shirtsleeves, and met her gaze head on.
Raw, hot sexual energy buzzed around them. Her mouth watered at the sight of his half-unbuttoned shirt, the long, tanned column of his neck, and the locked tension of his jaw. His gaze pinned her without mercy, letting her know this was her last chance to run.
"So, you admit you put me to a test." His words came out lazy, as if he had all the time in the world, but his body tensed like a predator ready to pounce if provoked. "Did you want me to sleep with Elena? Let you off the proverbial hook?"
"No." She pressed the blanket tighter to her body. "Half of me wanted you to fall for her so I'd be free. I could hate you, remind myself you weren't meant to be mine. But the thought of you touching her made me crazy."
He lifted a brow. "A little honesty, Kate? Good. Since this seems like a good night for cliches, let's put all our cards on the table. I wanted to sleep with her." He ignored her wince and kept speaking, refusing to let her break the stare. "I was pissed off by your games and ready to end it. I kissed her."
Hurt lanced deeply, but she struggled to keep her composure. How could she be betrayed when he only did what she wanted? "I understand," she choked out.
His face tightened. "No, you don't understand. That's the problem. I kissed her, tried to work up a physical reaction, and got nothing. I want you. Only you. The real question is, why won't you admit you want me just as much?"
The looming confrontation crashed over her and left her nowhere to run. Is this the type of woman she'd become? So scared of being hurt or dragged into a situation she couldn't control, she quaked with fear? Shame made her lift her chin high in the air. He offered one night of pleasure. She tried to mock his offer by stripping it down to just sex, but they'd already shared much more. Secrets, intimacy, honesty. Isn't that what she was running from? The knowledge that once he pushed deep inside her, he'd be buried in both her body and soul permanently?
Time to put on her big-girl panties and follow Frost's less-traveled road. "I'm scared."
He cocked his head. "About?"
She shifted her weight and forced herself to confront the truth. When was the last time a male stripped her bare? Dared to want more than a fleeting physical encounter that barely skimmed the surface, refusing to dive deep enough to feel anything real?
Never.
She waited for guarantees in a world with none. She hid behind her company and put everyone ahead of her, urging them to let go and allow love into their lives. Yet she kept herself isolated and alone, with only Robert for company, on a hypocritical throne above the rest of the world. Dear God, wasn't it time to let go? Take a chance with no thought to an agenda or plan or list she could calmly check off?
Kate refused to cower beneath the blistering doubt in his gaze. "Because I've never felt this way before," she whispered.
He paused a beat and let her wait in miserable silence. "Better. I swore you'd have to come to me, but I couldn't wait. I passed your test and now you owe me. What are you going to do about it?"
Her throat closed up in pure nerves, and she clutched the blanket as if the soft yarn could save her. But there was only one thing that could save her at this point. Complete surrender.
The man before her would demand no less. Arilyn's words drifted past in a gentle reminder.
The only way to true happiness is by letting go of control. The rest is just an illusion.
Kate squeezed her eyes shut and reached for courage.
Then let the blanket drop.
Cool air rushed over her flesh, pebbling her nipples. She opened her eyes and waited.
He drank her in with a hunger that stripped away all civility and left her raw and vulnerable. His gaze roved over every trembling inch, lingering on the thrust of her breasts, the drenched core of her sex hidden by a scrap of lace, the length of her bare legs. Kate fought the instinct to cover herself with her hands, knowing he'd never allow her to hide from him again. She straightened to full height, proud in her nakedness, daring him to take what she finally offered.
He didn't move. Didn't speak. The air in the room charged and jumped like a live fuse. "If I cross this room, there's no more running away. I'm going to fuck you until ther
