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“Much better. Plus, I like that you called me sir.” He waggles his brows, jumps off me, and stands as I wipe the tears from my face. He puts his hand out to help me up, then embraces me. “You could be good for me,” he murmurs so quietly into my hair that I’m not sure if I heard what he said correctly or not.

I don’t say anything in response. Instead, I hold on as he embraces me tightly. The smell of his woodsy aftershave floods my senses as I relax into his arms. The scent is calming, and I nuzzle my head into his chest.

Life doesn’t get any better than this!

“I’d better go.” Cain sighs, saying what I feared was coming.

“Okay,” I whisper as he lets me go, and we start heading toward my front door. As we walk past my bedroom, he peers in to see his leather jacket resting over the end of the bed.

“Oh… I’ll get that for you.” I turn to head toward my room, but he grabs my hand, pulling me back to him abruptly so our faces are almost touching. I giggle as he leans in and kisses my lips softly, and he slowly pulls away before licking his lips like he is tasting me.

“Keep it. Let it be a reminder of who you’re seeing. Theonlyman you’reseeing.” His voice is low, demanding as his eyes bore into me with a stern gaze.

I grin, breaking the tension. He’s obviously a jealous type of guy. We will have to work on this if— whatever this is—becomes more serious. “Then I should give you something of mine to remind you of theonlywoman you’re seeing.” I pull off my crappy sweater.

He smiles wide. “You look amazing in this outfit,” he tells me with his cocky smirk.

I scrunch up my nose. “Do you want it or not?” I ask while trying to hide my grin.

“Yes, ma’am, I do.” Cain takes the sweater from me and lifts it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Normally, I’d find that sort of thing deeply disturbing. But with him, I find it incredibly erotic.

Cain stirs something inside me.

I’m not sure what it is.

The man makes me feel sexy, even in these crappy clothes, but he makes mewantto feel sexy for him.

He leans in, pressing his lips to mine. His fingers tighten in my hair, gripping and pulling, which pulls a gasp against his lips. The kiss deepens passionately, and that feeling of the electrical storm is back again, buzzing and swarming around us. I love that he has this effect on me, and I know that if this is what it’s like to simply kiss him, I can’t wait for this to go further.

My lips are swollen and sore from all the making out we’ve done today, but I’m glad. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Cain makes me want him more than I have ever wanted another man.

There is an air of danger surrounding him.

I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.

This could be the start of something amazing.

Or I could be getting myself in too deep.

Now, I have to take that leap to find out.

CHAPTERSIX

MAKAYLIE

Two Weeks Later

Over the past two weeks, I’ve gotten to know Cain. At least, as much as he will let me know. His cryptic answers to my many questions often leave me wanting to ask more.

Finding out he pulled over to look at my car, not me, due to his love for muscle cars, just like my father, made me appreciate his honesty. But it made sense since he owns a Chevy Impala, better known for being ‘the car’ fromSupernatural,which happens to be one of my favorite television shows.

My legs slip over the side of the bed, and I make my way to the en suite when I hear my cell beep. The only people who message me are my parents and Joey, and I know it won’t be either of them as Joey’s still asleep, and I spoke to my parents last night.

I walk back into my room, grab my cell, and unlock the screen to view a message from ‘Your Muse.’ I laugh because Cain got hold of my cell the first night he was at my apartment and programmed his name and number into my phone. I haven’t changed the name he gave himself because, for some reason, it suits him.

Your Muse:Good morning. This is your muse. Would you like to be inspired by having a picnic with me today at Anna T. Jordan Community Park? Bring your laptop, and I will inspire your creative flair with my dazzling brilliance and outrageous sex appeal. With my help, your story will be the hottest book out there. 11 a.m., you will find me under a tree behind the airplane.

Glancing over at the clock on my bedside table, I open my eyes wide when I read ten-thirty on the screen.

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