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"Exactly. With nowhere to run." I stepped closer, tilting her head up. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too."

I kissed her the next second without holding back at all. Fuck, how I needed her. It was a need that ran deep, and I hadn't been aware of it until now. For the first time, the past fucked-up week completely vanished from my mind. All I could think about was Meredith: how good she tasted, how delicious she felt against me, soft and trusting.

She moaned against my mouth, and I deepened the kiss. I kept one hand on her upper back, the other on the side of her head, and deepened it even further. I was hungry for her, and the more I got, the more I wanted. I didn't want to stop—not now, not ever.

Her soft lips were inviting. The way she opened up for me, Jesus! My cock stirred in my boxers.

Get a grip on yourself, Cade.

"What do we have here?" Spencer exclaimed.

Holy shit!I'd completely forgotten where we were.

Groaning, I took a step back, glancing at Meredith before turning around. Her lips were completely red and even a bit swollen.

Spencer smirked. "So let me get this straight. Are you two still pretending or not?"

Chapter Eighteen

Cade

"How about it's noneof your business?" I asked. I wanted them to know that Meredith was mine, but I didn’t like his demanding tone.

"Dude, I need to know. I’m your twin, remember? If I know the details, then we can have a common front with the rest of the guys."

Meredith seemed aware of her swollen lips and was trying to cover them up with a glass of water.

Is she nervous? Why?

"I'm going to the living room," Meredith said. "Jeannie wanted to show me some pictures."

"Sure," I said sort of absently, wondering what the hell Spencer was talking about.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I exclaimed the second Meredith was out of the kitchen.

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