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It’s her choice.I told her I would not kiss her again, and I’ll keep my word, even if it kills me.

All I can do is pray that she speaks her truth, tells me what she wants.So I can give it to her.

Time hangs between us, frozen, her gaze still lowered, my heart pounding against my ribs.Earlier, as we sat by the campfire, I felt the electric jolt when her hand brushed mine.I feel it now, though contact isn’t even necessary.Her nearness throws off so much energy that my skin sizzles.

It’s all I can do not to reach out and lift her little chin so that I can see all of her beautiful face.And then I feel it—the barest brush of her fingertips against the top of my hand.Her slim fingers then extend, clutching the edge of my palm as she takes a step back.She gently tugs me inside the cabin.

The instant Frankie raises her eyes to mine, I catch fire, from head to toe.I’m on fire for her.And I don’t care if I burn to a crisp.

I advance a few more steps, hovering over her as her soft hand tugs me inside.I steal a quick glance at the mattress, so inviting, where she lay just moments ago.

I’m looking forward to making her scream with pleasure in that bed.

I drop her hand and slip both my arms around her slender waist, gathering her close.She lifts her face to mine.

“Oh,” she breathes.

Only moments ago, I told myself that I had no plans for Frankie, no expectations.

I do now.

CHAPTER 29

Frankie

I melt in his arms, surrendering to the solid strength of his body.

Special K is all over me.It’s starting.I give up.I won’t waste another second fighting myself over what I know to be true.

That he’s different.He’s the kind of man I’ve always wanted but didn’t think I’d ever find.And though the timing couldn’t be worse, I just don’t give a shit anymore.

Rational thought has left the building, and in its place is nothing but sexual greed.Off-the-charts lust.My body is already out of the starting gate, and I left logic back there somewhere in the dust.

Special K’s rigid length pushes against my belly, and I know that his body isn’t stopping either.Whatever it is between us, chemistry or desire or whatever writers or poets call it, it’s here.And nothing can stop it.

And then his lips are on mine, tentative and sweet at first and then more insistent.I open my mouth to his tongue, and my head spins with desire and arousal.Our first kiss was fireworks, but this second kiss is something else.

It’s life-altering.

My mind tries one last time to right the ship, to recall my predicament, to try and save Special K from the danger that surrounds me.But my mind is no match for what’s going on here.

He breaks the kiss for an instant and yanks his shirt off over his head.My hands fly to his barrel chest and down his washboard abs to his belt and waistband, which I greedily loosen and unbutton.“Is this why you brought me a mattress?”I croak, my voice deep and filled with emotion.

“In my dreams,” he croaks back, and I know that whatever I’m feeling, he’s feeling the same.

Maybe I’ll find a way to ask for his help.I’ll be as vague as I can and I won’t name names, because the less he knows the safer he is.But I will ask him to help me hide.

Just not right now.

I reach up to lace my fingers at the back of his neck and pull him into me.Then I tip my head to give him more access to my lips.I revel in how my body—from breasts to upper thighs—is crushed against the hard steel of his huge frame.

How his hands explore me.Up and down my sides.Along my hips.Cupping my ass.

I wiggle against him, curl my leg around his, hungry for more.

I feel his hands slide up my back and wrap around me.Tight.I’ve only been kissed like this one other time in my life—the first time Specia K kissed me.And now that I’m sure it wasn’t a fluke, it’s all I want.

His kiss is the real thing.