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He doesn’t whisper. His words are gruff and cut through the thick air separating us. “My father is not.”

He takes a step inside and closes the door behind him. The sound of a lock clicking has never turned me on before, but my wet panties are proof Micah can move mountains when it comes to my body and my heart.

This isn’t what my sister pushed me into.

Micah rocked my world the way I needed in the beginning.

That was before.

But my heart is definitely in play. I can’t deny it any longer.

Micah cuts the distance between us and stops toe to toe with me. His fingers find the ends of my freshly shampooed hair, and he winds it around his finger, not taking his eyes off the motion. “You showered. I smell like smoke.”

I reach up to take his hand. “You smell like a memory I never want to forget.”

His gaze finds me. “And what is that?”

“Your family. Your home.” I pull in a deep breath and try to control my emotions. “Your parents are warm and generous. It’s clear how much they love you. I like them.”

His blue eyes might as well arrest me for life, they’re that possessive. “I like your son. He’s unapologetically selfish like a kid should be. That’s a testament to you and no one else.”

“I don’t know what this is,” I admit. “It scares me. I need to be careful because of Chase. I can’t afford to be selfish, but I can’t ignore what I want.”

One hand slides around my neck, and his other drops to my ass. The space between us disappears and I’m surrounded by his warm, strong body. “I take it very fucking seriously that you have a son. Don’t ever question that, baby.”

“I can tell. You haven’t touched me all day. I feel like your kryptonite.”

His tongue sneaks out to wet the crease of his lips. “You’re a lot of things, but never that. You’re more like my drug of choice. I’m addicted. Today has been fucking hell.”

I melt into his chest. “I need to do what’s best for Chase. I need to tread carefully with him. You understanding that means everything.”

“I’m not completely selfless. My parents are all over me about you. I can barely take it—you didn’t sign up for that.” He rips off his sweatshirt and T-shirt before he drops his hands to the hem of my tank. Before I know it, I’m standing before him topless, and he’s gently pulling the loose lounge pants over my hip where I just bandaged my stitches. “Does this hurt?”

“No.”

He pushes my pants, and they pool at my feet. His eyes pop up to my face. “Commando again. I like it.”

“Micah.” I slide my hands up his chest, and take in every contoured muscle. “Today is everything. You gave me my son back and made it safe for both of us. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

He hesitates for a moment. I think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.

His hands find my face. His lips land on mine with a passion that’s backed with tension wound so tight, I’m afraid what will happen if it snaps.

I feel it to my toes. I understand it. I’ve felt it all day.

Being reunited with Chase.

Escaping Miami.

Coming here.

And doing it all at Micah’s side, while acting like he’s nothing but a friend doing a favor for my son and me.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

My bare back lands on his childhood bed and his hand finds my sex. It’s just like it was this morning but more.

He’s not being careful with me.

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