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Marcus followed behind, and when she peeked over her shoulder, she found him watching her with an intensity that had her fine hair standing on end for all the right reasons. “And?”

He said that as though it wasn’t a problem.

Damn.

Maybe it wasn’t.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

Cella dragged in a quick breath, because the second she’d closed her now sleeping child’s bedroom door, Marcus murmured those words against the back of her neck as he stepped in behind her. Her fingers tightened around the knob, a thrill running through her because oh, yes, every single part of her body hadn’t forgotten what this gorgeous man could do to it.

“How do you know she’s asleep in there?”

“Because you don’t seem like the type of mother who would leave her child to fall asleep in a new place when she seemed nervous about it not an hour ago after you told her it was time for bed.”

Jesus.

He’d noticed that?

Tiffany tried to hide it, clearly not wanting to make Marcus think she didn’t like his house or even him, but Cella knew her child better than anyone. So, without saying a thing to him about it, she promised her girl that he wouldn’t feel badly, but they didn’t have to mention it, and she would stay with her until Tiff fell asleep.

Kids were all about compromise.

It worked.

As quickly as those thoughts of her daughter drifted through her mind, they were just as fast about flying away with his next touch.

Marcus pressed a soft, hot kiss to the back of her neck, just below her hairline where she’d pulled the strands up into a messy chignon. The comfortable dress blouse and thin leggings she’d worn to drive in leaving nothing but the thick line of his erection pushing into her backside while his fingers flexed at her waist.

Cella had been tired.

Eight hours plus of driving?

Yeah, she was done for the day.

But not now.

Now she was wide awake.

“Okay, so she is sleeping in there,” Cella said quietly, “but we should move before you do something that wakes her back up. Nothing like a kid to cock block—”

“Mmm. Good point.”

As fast as he said that, Marcus snagged Cella’s wrist in this strong hand, and dragged her away from the door. The hallway became a blur of colors as the two of them flew down to the last door on the left. His bedroom, she would guess, for the quick moment she was able to admire the cherry oak furniture making up a four-poster bed and matching dressers. The only other thing she was able to get a peek at was the large chandelier hanging over the bed before her back hit the wall, and Marcus clouded her vision.

So fucking tall.

She loved that she had to look up at him.

“Now, will you answer me?” he asked.

Cella blinked, the strength of her desire for this man surprising even her when she tried to clear the haze in her mind. “Answer what?”

“What I asked—did you mean what you said earlier?”

“What did I say?”

“When you got here. That I’m dangerous.”