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I moaned at the stab of pleasure it gave me. He repeated the action again and again, the exquisite feeling twisting low in my belly, building up. Then he swept his fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit and dipping his fingers into my slippery wet seam. I came, clenching around his fingers in a hard, quick climax that left me panting.

He withdrew his fingers, kissed my lips again. I expected him to roll me onto my back, to consume me. Instead, he ran his hand up my bare leg and wrapped my knee over his hip. He edged even closer to me on the bed. I tried frantically to work my way into his clothes that were bafflingly still on his body. He helped me, and with our fumbling, stopping frequently to kiss, we managed to get him undressed, but he never relinquished my leg, never let me take the thigh he’d captured off of his hip. Soon the blunt hardness of his cock brushed between my legs, bobbing against my sex. I rocked toward him instinctively, but I wasn’t prepared for the closeness of it, the face-to-face intimacy of his arm around me, a big hand in the small of my back, angling my hips as he slid his cock into me, joining with me. It felt cataclysmic, pleasure and soul shaking union at the same time.

Kyle was inside of me. We were lying face to face, holding each other, moving together in a rhythmic push-pull, our hips fused, and legs tangled together. It was the most romantic, most intimate and all-consuming experience of my life. As he thrust and rocked into me, his body going rigid as he poured out within me, stars scattered behind my eyes. I felt my entire body tighten into a knot of tension and then break free, bucking against him to take all of him in as light seemed to rush through me with a bittersweet joy. Everything in me was burned up and scrubbed clean.

I felt brand-new, and the only thing I was sure of was the man in my arms, and his beautiful dark eyes sparked with gold boring into mine. I couldn’t look away, could barely remember to breathe. I was so locked in to what was happening between us, the perfect moment suspended there, the look in his eyes, the salty taste of the sweat on his skin when I kissed his jaw, the glide of my hand on his muscled back. I wanted to live in this moment forever, the way we belonged to each other. The only thing real and true was this.

I knew even as I slid down from the heights of ecstasy that I had no right to be here in his bed, taking advantage of his generosity and protectiveness. I should go back to the guest room. I should feel bad about taking comfort from him when he offered shelter and Italian food. But I didn’t let myself feel that way. I reveled in it, and I let myself indulge, enjoy him. Kyle wrapped me in his arms and pulled me to his chest, cradled me there in a bear hug like he was just happy I was there. I looked up into his face and pressed my lips to his one time as a silent thank you. Then I curled up against him like he’d always been right there for me, a man I could count on, a man I loved.

CHAPTER 26

KYLE

How could it feel so right to wake up with her in my arms? I knew it was wrong. If I just could have waited three more weeks, things would be so much less complicated. But she had needed me. She had come to me when she was in danger. Her trust felt sacred and amazing, an honor I wasn’t worthy to have because I’d become involved with her while she was my student. But I knew this was more than that. This wasn’t some shallow physical attraction. It was beautiful and real, and it would have been worth waiting for if I could have made myself wait.

I woke up with her head on my chest and her breath fanning across my skin softly. My arm was wrapped around her, holding her close to my side and it felt good. It felt as good as the soul-stealing sex we’d had last night. I felt like we had become one, like there was a real union between us when we were together. I had made love to her. It wasn’t like the urgent rutting over my desk had been, slaking a need I was too ashamed to admit. It had been special, and we had shared it, true affection and caring. It shook me to my core and left me wanting to hold her like that forever.

Just three more damn weeks. That was all I had sworn to wait, and I’d failed at it. It was too late to worry about that now. She stirred in my arms and gave me a sleepy smile that made me feel warm. I kissed her forehead, and she got a funny look on her face. She pulled away from me and jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I heard her knees hit the tile and the sound of her gagging. She was sick. The Italian food?

I went to the door and knocked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said with a cough, “sorry. I’m fine.”

“I’ll go get you some ginger ale. It’ll settle your stomach,” I said.

I was getting the ginger ale and adding an ice cube when she came into the kitchen looking pale and peaked, dressed in her oversize t-shirt. I pulled out a chair at the table and she sank into it, accepted the glass. She took a hesitant sip and seemed to relax a little.

“Feeling any better?” I ventured.

“I’m a little shaky,” she said.

“The stress of the situation with Alicia is probably getting to you. Times of extreme stress can make you more likely to catch whatever is going around. Maybe you should take it easy today,” I said.

She nodded reluctantly, “I don’t have a shift at the job center today, just my International Perspectives on Gender lecture. I can email my instructor and get the slides to study.”

“Just stay inside, okay? I don’t want you going out alone with this guy on the loose. I’m going to call Adeline later at the shelter and get her up to speed on what’s happening. You just get some rest,” I said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“That’s another dollar you owe me,” I joked.

She tried to crack a smile, but it looked weak.

She drank the rest of her ginger ale and looked a little less pale afterward. She was making toast when I left for work. I folded her in my arms and kissed her softly on the lips. A part of me was unreasonably happy that she’d be there when I got home. I had to remind myself that she was staying with me for safety reasons while a potential stalker was harassing her by phone, and that this wasn’t something romantic or significant. At least that’s what I tried to tell myself when I checked the time six times in four minutes during my first class because I was preoccupied with how long it would be until I could go home to her.

That’s what I wanted. To go home to Mindy. To have her come home to me. Every night. It was a foreign thought, since I’d been out of touch with my personal life, focused solely on my career. But it felt so right and something like hope seemed to fill my lungs when I breathed in, and that was because of her.

CHAPTER 27

MINDY

“And you’re staying at Professor Hottie’s house because why again?” Katie demanded.

“His name is Kyle, and it’s for my safety until this guy is apprehended. Kyle is my mentor on the internship, and he’s involved in the case. For privacy reasons I can’t discuss it with anyone but the police or my supervisor Adeline or him.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes zero sense at all, babe. How bout the real answer?” she pressed.

“Okay, fine,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper.

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