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“You’re going to have to share that, you know.”

“I was waiting for you.” He set the bowl on the sofa between them, opened both cans of soda, and slid one closer to her.

“Thank you. It feels good in here after being outside.”

“I hope it warms up like Killian said it was supposed to.”

“It’s April, so who knows?” She grinned.

“Very true. You know when I drove here, I saw your… driveway, I’d guess you’d call it. I thought it was just a backroad until I saw the private property signs. My truck couldn’t have been very far past it.”

“Someone took it, but who, and where is it?”

“I bet those men took it and probably set it on fire. All they had to do was look at the registration since they had my ID.” Kian shook his head. “They wanted to make sure I was never found. Dead or alive.”

“I agree with you. It could have been taken somewhere and destroyed, set on fire, anything to try to cover up who the truck belonged to.”

“And if they burned it, I’m sure everything else was too. Except maybe my gun. It would be easy to identify even if they tried to burn it. The serial number would show who it belonged to. As much as they tried to remove it, there are ways to make it legible.”

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Kian knew he’d recognize those men if he saw them again. He could see them in his mind and he wanted them so bad he could taste it.

“True,” she yawned, stretching her arms above her head, revealing the slightest hint of her smooth, toned stomach. The room filled with the sound of her breath, slow and measured, as if she were savoring the moment.

“Once this movie is over, I’m off to bed.”

He nodded, watching as her eyes grew dark and filled with a desire that he ached to fulfill. Kian couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, and the tension between them crackled with electricity.

“You know,” she began, her voice low and seductive, “I have a king-sized bed.”

Kian’s pulse quickened, his mouth going dry at her words, and he leaned in closer. He could smell the subtle scent of her shampoo, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, intoxicating him as she continued.

“It’s more than big enough for two.”

Her hand reached out, resting on his thigh, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. The contact sent waves of pleasure through him, setting every nerve ending alight.

“Are you offering me a spot in your bed, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gravelly and rough with need.

She nodded, a sly grin spreading across her face. “I sure am. I’m saying you don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

He chuckled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. “I think we can both agree that’s a much better option.” He cocked his head. “Your hair is so black, it looks blue and with those green eyes, you are one stunning woman.” He grinnedwhen she blushed.

“Thank you.”

As the credits began to roll at the end of the movie, they stood and made their way to her bedroom. The tension between them growing thicker and more palpable with every passing second. He took her hand in his, feeling an electric current pass between them, as if they were two magnets drawn together by an unseen force.

Kian leaned in, closing the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. She responded with equal passion, their tongues moving together in a frenzy of pent-up desire and longing.

Her hands roamed over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles with a touch so soft it nearly drove him mad. His hands followed suit, gripping her hips as he deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth with an insatiable hunger.

Their breathing grew heavy, mingling in the stillness of the room as their bodies pressed together, clothes growing damp with sweat and desire. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, mirroring his own rapid pulse.

He tugged her T-shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor and revealing the soft curves of her breasts, encased in a lacy bra that left little to the imagination. He unhooked the front clasp, slid the straps down her arms, letting it drop, then he dipped his head, his mouth finding one pert nipple, teasing it with his tongue until it pebbled beneath his touch.

Her breath hitched in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips as she threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close as if she never wanted to let go. He sucked and nibbled, savoring the taste of her skin, salty and sweet all at once.

She reached down, her hand finding the bulge beneath his sweatpants, and he groaned as she began to stroke him through the fabric. He was already painfully hard, desperate for more ofher touch.

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