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Smoking hot in jeans and a thin white T-shirt, his steps bring him inches from me. Like a traitor, the throbbing in my ankle climbs up my thighs, morphing pain into pleasure. The sinister smile on his face is a mile wide and making it worse.
“Need me?” he asks.
I try snatching the bandage from his grasp with a “Hell no,” but he yanks it back, chuckling.
“Quit being so damn proud and let the man help you.” Mama already sounds exasperated by our silent drama.
Great. The asshole’s been home forty-eight hours and already won her over.
Now I’m the only hold-out with spite.
I want to roll my eyes again while Redix kneels before me, but they rebel too. They want to watch him.
The tan on his skin. The silver rings on his fingers. The hairs on his sinewed forearms. The gloss of his sun-kissed strands.
I’m so fucked.
The way muscles curve across his shoulders; I remember grabbing them while he did things to my body I can’t forget. It’s vibrating on a higher level with his proximity, the sultry smell of him filling my senses.
As he lifts the cuff of my jeans, his fingertips brush my flesh, and a shock travels my depths, pulsing my heart and tingling my sex.
Every time he touched me, that happened.
And despite how I fight it, it’s happening again…
“So, like, we’re flying back to LA tonight.” Angie tries burning away the tension in the air with her vocal fry of a voice. “Redix is coming to my premiere next week. My dress is a Prada and…”
I’m not listening.
I’m watching while Redix unlaces my boot with his back to Angie.
He’s going so slow… and only I can see it. It warms my heart before it bursts into flames when he suddenly lifts his gaze from my ankle to find my stare.
His hands are shaking.
The sky of his eyes holds mine, speaking memories of all the times he touched me, thrilling me with sensations I’d never felt. I can’t stop them.
How he’d unbutton my pants, tug my zipper down, and ease his way into every part of me.
He’s there now, surging through my every aching nerve.
Good god, I’d forgotten how he steals human breath when he gets this close.
He murmurs, “We need to get you in bed with this ankle, Candy Cade.”
The naughty innuendo makes him smirk.
No, he needs to swallow a box of rat poison or pick me up and fuck me hard on that table. Either would be fine, but not a soft bed with him, not his soothing touch having this much control over me again.
“Lord, I haven’t heard that nickname in years—‘Candy Cade,’” Elise says, adding to my unease. “You two have such history.”
I can’t talk.
Angie doesn’t stop; skipping past that comment, she rambles on, proud of how TMZ stalks her and Redix.
I wince at him, gently tugging off my boot. The warmth of his fingertips pulling my sock off next, slowly exposing my bare flesh, begging for his touch.
He doesn’t speak, either. He’s caressing my skin, heat oozing between my thighs, and his eyes won’t leave mine.
