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Dangerous, piercing blue eyes slay me. He’s drenched from the rain. Drops of water fall from his wet hair and slide down his chiseled features. His soaked-to-the-skin black T-shirt clings tightly to his defined chest.
Shimmering with beaded heat, he steals the breath from my lungs.
“Lucy Deetman,” he says between thinned lips, anger flaring across his face. “What’s that going to cost me?”
I know what Lucy Deetman told him. The information was a lot to process. It was for me when I met her, but they needed to know the truth about their mother. This story had to be told.
“Nothing.” I lie. “It’ll cost you nothing. Come in.”
He leans forward, pressing his palms against the doorframe. I get a strong whiff of his damp earthy scent. His head lowers. “If I come in.” His eyes slowly rise, pinning my breath back into my lungs. “I’m going to find out what you have on under that T-shirt.”
“Nothing.” I open the door wider and step back. “I have nothing on under this shirt.” I meet his intense eyes. “Come in,” I dare, my words sounding more steady than my nerve.
His hands slide down the frame of the door. Muscles flex and fluctuate beneath his wet clothing.
He advances inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He stops a few feet away, surveying my trembling, uncertain body.
“Take it off,” he commands in a soft low tenor.
“My-my shirt?” I swallow hard, comprehending that’s what he’s asking.
“Yes.” The desire in his eyes evaporates my hesitation.
I pull the T-shirt over my head, drop it on the floor, and place my hands behind my back, just as he had the other night.
I offer myself to him, accepting his bold and intrusive inspection.
The space between us, like my anticipation, evaporates. His arm reaches out. His firm palm grips the back of my neck, and he draws me close.
He views me from hooded eyes, rebuilding my anticipation.
“Set me free,” I say, understanding what he meant when he said it to me the last time he was here.
I need him to release me. Bid me permission to touch him.
His view drops to my chest. The pad of his finger draws a steady, gentle trail between my naked breasts. My flesh dances with heat from the provocative light stroke.
“If I release you.” His finger travels back up, circling my nipple. His eyes lift to mine. He plucks my hard tip with his fingers. “I may never let you go.”
A moan purses from my lips. His mouth apprehends mine, claiming every one of my senses. I never want him to let go.
He draws away from the drugging kiss. I can’t look away from his mouth. It lowers to my breast, cradled in the palm of his indulgent hand. His warm lips cover my nipple. They separate. His tongue slithers over my tip.
I’m not sure what’s sexier, observing the motion or feeling the action.
I clamp my hands tighter behind my back and arch toward his touch, besieging more. He nibbles and licks until I’m a pool of surrender under his sensual spell.
His head inches up my neck, his fingers replacing the touch on my sore, hard tip.
“When I put my hand between your legs,” he whispers into my ear, tugging harder on my nipple, “I want you so excited that I get lost in all your wetness.”
“Lix.” I wring my hands tightly together. “Please.”
“Ah.” The warmth of the word summons my flesh. “Are you ready to tell me what you want?”
“Yes.” I bite my lip. I’ve never wanted a man so much. I’m going to die if he doesn’t… “Touch me,” I whisper in a raspy plea.
Gripping my hair, he drags my head back and gazes down at me. Time forgets to tick. My heart fails to beat.
