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a shade darker than usual.
    “I didn’t…” She stumbled over her words, which just caused my dick to grow painfully harder. “I mean, I did know what I was doing, but I didn’t…” She attempted to talk again only to mumble the last bit of her sentence. She looked timid, maybe even a little afraid, but still there was a look of lust in her eyes that had me wondering if she was as innocent as she played herself out to be.
    I cleared my throat before talking, knowing she would be able to tell from my voice that I had a desire to taste her, to touch her, to bring every single dream I had ever had about her to life.
    “Why are you wearing my shirt, and why the fuck were you in my bedroom?” I covered the need with anger because there was no way I could allow her to burrow herself any deeper into my life, my feelings or my fucking head.
    “I just wanted…” She looked lost for words, and suddenly, I started to feel like an even bigger dickhead. I had treated her like shit since she arrived, and though it was for her own good, I needed to cut the shit. I needed to be protecting her and making her feel safe. With all she had been through, she deserved a sliver of happiness in her dark life.
    “I’m… I’m fucking sorry. Okay?” I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing. I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to say to her to make her feel better. Apologizing wasn’t really my thing. I knew this was wrong—I knew that Zerro picked the wrong person when it came to her. She needed more than I could ever give her.
    “Okay. I just saw a girl in one of the shows on TV that I was watching with Bree and Tegan earlier. She wore her boyfriend’s dress shirt—not saying you are my boyfriend but anyway, she danced around the house. I just didn’t know you were coming home so early. I’m really sorry.” Her words were so sincere, I could almost feel myself cracking. I wanted to cradle her, to protect her in ways I shouldn’t.
    “No. No, it’s all right. I just…” Just what? What was I going to come up with? Another excuse for why I was being a dick? I mean, I couldn’t just come out and say ‘I want to stick my cock deep in your pussy.’ God no. That would be just crude. “I just wasn’t expecting it is all. It took me by surprise. I haven’t ever had a woman wear my clothing before.” My body was acting of its own accord as I took a step forward, coming into her space. I drank in her scent and the way her body reacted to my own as my fingers reached out to push a lock of her dark hair out of her face.
    God, I wanted her. I had never wanted a woman so badly. She looked up at me, her eyes growing wide with lust and a desire unfamiliar to even her. In an instant, I had her in my arms. I was holding her to my body, her curves molding to my hardness in the most perfect of ways.
    “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She tried to get the words out, but they were muffled against my shirt as I gripped her tighter. My eyes drifted closed as I thought over my next words. Was there an excuse for me touching her?
    “Never be sorry. God, don’t be fucking sorry. It’s I who should be sorry.” I cursed myself for allowing the admission to fall from my lips.
    She pulled away from me, confusion marring her face. “I don’t understand what you mean? You’re mad, right? I mean, I didn’t mean to cause you to be mad, but I just wanted to try this once, and I never expected you to come home…” Her voice fell from my mind. All I could see were her lips moving and then I was descending upon her. My hands cupped the sides of her cheeks as my lips sought hers.
    The moment they touched one another’s was when silence consumed her. I could tell the second she understood what was taking place. I could feel her walls falling and her mind opening up to me. Her hands clung to me as I softly nibbled on her bottom lip. That full bottom lip had been the death of me over the past few days.
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