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His scent is intoxicating. All male and musky. A hint of cologne still lingering on hisskin.

And the taste of him. God, the taste of him is almost too much. I lick his bottom lip, then tug it between my teeth. He groans and I shudder. His own tongue delves into my mouth, deepening our kiss, making my bodyache.

His callused fingers roam across my skin, across my breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs. He pushes my legs wider with his knee, and his hand moves between us, slipping beneath the thin material of mypanties.

I’m wet. Even before his thumb strokes my clit, before he slips a finger inside of me, my body is aching and ready forhim.

“God, Brynne. Do you have any idea how much I wantyou?”

I can feel the evidence of it pressed into my thigh. The scary thing is, I want him just asbad.

A small wail echoes down the hall, saving me from making another terriblechoice.

“Shit,” Kane breathes against my lips, his hand still hot and heavy against my sex, his forehead resting against mine. “I’ll gethim.”

“No.” I squirm beneath him, needing to get free, needing the space to regain my composure. “Iwill.”

Kane falls backwards and lets out another low curse, his gaze trained on me as I gather my t-shirt and pull it over myhead.

“You okay?” He grinds out, his concerned tone mirrored in hisgaze.

“Yeah,” I lie, ignoring his grunt of disbelief as I practically run from theroom.

Gathering Noah in my arms, I let out the breath I’d been holdingin.

I’m far fromokay.

Because I’m falling in love withhim.

Chapter 19

Kane

My balls acheas I roll out of bed, almost as much as my fucking chest. Damn heart is beating too wildly, hoping and wanting things I know she’s not ready to giveme.

I dress, then go to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Medium blend with a dash of cinnamon, just like she likes it. Then I pull out the formula and start making Noah’sbottle.

My phone vibrates on the counter, and I hesitate before checking it. I have no doubt I’ll be called into Coach’s office before practicetoday.

But none of the messages that pop up on the screen are from him. There’s one from Sebastian asking if I’m coming over tonight to watch the UFC, and the rest are from Blake, each one more desperate than thelast.

Callme.

I’m fucking serious, Kane. Call menow.

Get your head out of your ass and return my call,dickhead.

Last chance, or I’m bringing this shit to yourplace.

The last message was fifteen minutes ago, which means if his threat is real, he’ll behere-

I don’t have time to finish the thought before there’s a loud bang on the door, followed by morebanging.

“Jesus, Starowics, relax.” When I open the door, I wince. The man looks like shit and there’s something in his eyes that makes my stomach roll in fear. “What the hellhappened?”

“You need to come with me.Now.”

“Want to tell mewhy?”

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