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"You have to be the sweetest thing I've tasted in my life," he growled as he pushed the strap of her dress over her shoulder, revealing more of her breast, daring to nudge her dress lower until the tender bud of her nipple was revealed. She was doing this on his deck? Letting him touch her like this, taste her like this, on his picnic table? And she was loving it.
The side of his finger rasped against her nipple as she arched closer, feeling his tongue lick between the valley of her breasts. She wanted his tongue on her nipple. She wanted to feel it enclosed in the heated cavern of his mouth. She wanted it like she had never wanted another touch.
Was it the danger she had faced? The knowledge that tomorrow had almost not arrived for her? Was it the danger? Was it simply the man?
The man was incredible.
A low, muted groan, or a growl, vibrated against her breasts as his lips smoothed over her nipple. Racing pleasure raked over the tender tip, sent an incredible mix of sensations flowing through her.
Her head tipped back, her back arching as she bit her lips to hold back a cry. Her nipple lodged between his lips as his tongue stroked over it. Stroked, like a wet, heated flame.
She was on the verge of begging for more. Begging was clearly becoming an option when she suddenly stiffened at a sound she couldn't believe she was hearing.
"Mikayla, are you out here?"
Her brother? Scotty?
Her eyes flew open, watching as Nik's head lifted just enough to allow his eyes to glance through the veil of his lashes toward the gate that separated their yards.
"Mikayla, your car's out front. Where are you?"
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Her lips parted in shock. "He called the police the last time I tried to ignore him." Nik's expression tightened with predatory intent, a glint of danger flickering in his gaze.
What was she allowing herself to get into here? Where had her common sense gone?
"She's not here, Neil," Scotty called out. "Get Beau; we'll call the sheriff. He might actually help us this time."
Her eyes widened. All her brothers were there?
Oh, Lord.
"Let me go." She wiggled beneath Nik, still feeling too fragile, too feminine, against him. "They really will call the sheriff."
They didn't care how they embarrassed her, but she was lucky. They cared. For all their overprotectiveness, for all their irritating ways, her brothers loved her. Nik's gaze slid slowly back to her. She imagined she saw a war waging in his gaze, whether to release her or to hold her, to ignore her brothers or to tempt her further. Finally, between one breath and the next he eased up, straightened, then lifted her from the table.
His hand slid the strap of her dress up as the other adjusted the neckline, hiding the rounded flesh of her breast as he stepped back.
"A lucky save," he told her, his lips quirking. "Go do what you have to do, pretty girl. We'll talk later."
Talk? She could just imagine where that conversation would lead.
"I think the best thing I could do is stay away from you," she said softly. "I don't need a broken heart, Nik."
"Do any of us?" He glanced behind her. "There are your brothers."
"Mikayla." Suspicion laced Beau's voice as he opened the gate. "What are you doing here?"
Nik stepped back. "Good night, pretty girl."
He turned and stepped into the house, the doors sliding closed behind him. Mikayla turned, faced her brothers, and breathed out wearily. A lucky save? Or simply a reprieve?
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Chapter 5
Maddix Nelson's home was in the most exclusive part of Hagerstown. The rising mansions and gated estates were lavishly rich and heavily secured. The Nelson home was on the lower end of lavish, situated in a gated community, surrounded by other similar homes, just as expensive, just as secured. As Nik pulled the Hummer into the Nelson driveway behind several other vehicles, he was clearly able to see why his neighbors had been so certain Maddix had been home the evening Eddie Foreman had died. They were intensely curious. Even now Nik counted no fewer than half a dozen watching as he stepped from the vehicle and made his way along the precisely placed sidewalk that led to the front door. The door opened as he stepped onto the ornately decorated front porch.
