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“Then what is it about?”

“About me not wanting to hurt you.”

Her expression softens.

Just a little.

“Then don't.”

Fuck.

Two words.

That's all she needs to reduce me to a man with no reasonable defense.

I step closer.

“I'm not saying I don't want you.”

“Good. Because that would've been a terrible lie.”

I laugh, low and rough.

Then I cup her face and kiss her again.

Slowly this time.

She melts against me.

My hands settle at her waist, and hers curl around my shoulders.

It's torture.

Beautiful, sweet fucking torture.

When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard.

“Not tonight,” I murmur.

She stares at me.

“You're really going to make me sleep alone after kissing me like that?”

My cock throbs at the thought of sharing that bed with her.

“I'm going to try.”

Her lips twitch.

“Good luck with that.”

She presses one last kiss to my mouth before stepping away.

I watch her disappear toward the bedroom.

Thirty-nine years old, and I know exactly what I should do.

Keep her safe. Find whoever planted that device. Figure out why he was searching my house.