Page 33 of Twin Deception

“I’ve never…”

He leaned back to cup my face again. “It’s okay, Isabel.”

I nodded, snapping from this tension that coiled within me. Hearinghimtell me that it would be all right somehow superseded when I told myself that. I could mentally chant over and over that I would be okay, but it was his deep voice telling me that when I believed it.

In his arms, hugging him back, Ifelthow I was still alive.

And not alone.

“Don’t leave me,” I begged, not conscious of how desperate I sounded. Not caring, either. I wasdesperate not to be left solo to deal with this shock.

“I won’t. I won’t, Isabel.” He leaned in closer to kiss my forehead. Water streamed between us, warming me up. “I’m right here.” He kissed my cheek. “And I am not leaving you.”

I closed my eyes, lifting my face to feel it all. The water’s heat that seeped into me and soothed me. The pressure of his lips on my skin reminding me that he was with me.

“I’m here.” He kissed my other cheek, stepping one foot closer to me and letting me feel more of him flush to my body. “And I won’t leave.”

It sounded too good to be true. It was a blessing. A gift. To go from the solitary terror of someone wanting to rape me and kill me to the bliss and security of a strong man—my hero—to insist on staying.

My eyes remained closed. It was safer behind this darkness. Led on by only the sense of touch, I turned my head and sought out his lips.

He sighed as I kissed him, tentative at first, but as I dragged my hand up to the back of his neck, I held on and pressed my lips against his harder. Brushing them back and forth, I sought his taste. His dominance.

A soft grunt left his lips as he curled his arms around me tighter.

Gone was the fear. Every trace of shock receded. In its place was nothing but the strong push of his mouth over mine. His tongue sliding along the seam of my lips until I parted and let him in.

Making out with my stalker, this enigmatic, strong man who’d saved me from the cruelest fate, I soaked up the warm water and leaned on him.

Kissing him and accepting that I hadn’t died. I hadn’t been raped.

I was saved.

By him.

13

MIGUEL

Isabel didn’t just kiss me. She whimpered the sexiest sounds of pure need. She clutched me with the most determined dedication to never releasing me. And she moved against me, rubbing those huge tits up my chest, as if she couldn’t settle for making out in the steamy shower, but she needed to feel me everywhere.

“Isabel…” I pulled back for a pull of air before I’d pass out.

She nodded. “Yeah.” Then she was back at it, brushing her lips over mine and encouraging me to hold her tighter.

Fuck.

She blew my mind. She kissed like no other woman I’d ever met, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to give this up. To giveherup. Especially not in death.

I was supposed tokillher?

I couldn’t. Not right now. Not… ever.

But some semblance of logic remained strong in my mind. Despite the haze of lust Isabel inspired in me, I couldn’t letmyself lose all common sense just because she could kiss me seven ways to heaven and hell. Just because she encouraged me to sayfuck it—to killing her, to figuring out what happened in that alley.

The more I smashed my lips down on hers and caged her in against the shower stall, I couldn’t lose sight of why she’d even made such a move. Why she’d reached out to me.

She had been shocked. This sweet girl had been so stunned, so traumatized that she shook like a leaf, soaked and trembling like she’d never snap out of that blank reverie. Wherever she’d escaped to mentally, she was stuck there.

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