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thrust his tongue so far into her mouth, it made her think of the first time she’d gone down on him. She sucked at him and teased his tongue with her teeth, all the while moving her hips against his fingers.
    When he plunged his hand into her open jeans, inside her panties, she gasped and cried out. One touch directly to her clit, and her mind and body lit with fireworks. He pressed her and caressed her and made her come and come and come while she stroked him through the rough denim. Her hand was trembling, but she felt his release even as he collapsed against her.
    They remained that way, pressed against the wall together, water beating down on them, for what seemed like forever.
    Finally, her mind began to clear. The physical sensations had drained all the negative energy that had held her captive. She stirred under Micah, and he levered himself away from the wall.
    He brushed his lips against hers and said, “I’ll give you some privacy while I get a change of clothes from the back of the pickup.”
    She wanted to say something about what had just happened, but she couldn’t find the words. Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say, because she didn’t know how she felt about it.
    She watched him as he slipped from the shower and dripped his way across her bathroom floor. Then she stripped. The boots were the hardest to get off wet, and they were ruined. She threw them in the wastebasket, then got back in the shower and quickly washed every inch of her, including her hair. Though she expected that Micah would rejoin her once he’d fetched his dry clothes, he didn’t come near the bathroom until she left it wrapped in a towel. He’d removed his boots and shirt, but he was still wearing his wet jeans, and carrying a pair of dry ones.
    “We should get some grub,” was all he said before closing the bathroom door on her.
    Well, what had she expected?
    What did she even want? She should be grateful she felt alive again, shouldn’t need anything more from the encounter.
    Only, there was a part of her that did want more. A lot more. Not just the sex. But the holding. And the kissing. The needing, and the being needed. The feeling of being one with another person.
    With Micah Wild.
    The only man she’d ever loved.
    …
    By the time Micah got out of the bathroom, fully dressed this time except for the boots drying outside, Isabel had pulled food from the refrigerator. Micah smiled to himself. She was finally hungry enough to eat.
    She threw the leftover fast food burger she’d ignored the night before into the microwave, not caring that it would turn the roll to mush. His smile faded. She looked…angry?
    She had a right to be angry with him…but after what had just happened? Or maybe that’s what had made her angry, the fact that she’d given in to something she hadn’t wanted—him. The thought burned him. He wanted her. Loved her. Had been lost without her. Didn’t she feel anything for him any more?
    When she removed her burger from the microwave, he traded places with her to heat up a mug of coffee. Caffeine to keep him upright.
    What had happened in the shower had been inevitable, Micah thought. And it remained unfinished in his mind. He could take her again, drive the point home that they’d always belonged together, but touching her before they both had a chance to come to grips with their emotions would be a tremendous mistake. The few minutes of contact in the shower had been a stress reliever, nothing more.
    Or so he tried to convince himself.
    Any further “discussion” between them, whether physical or otherwise, could wait.
    Lucy couldn’t.
    The cosmos must have been in tune with his thoughts, for even as he brought his coffee to the table, his cell phone rang. Setting down his mug, he checked the caller ID.
    “It’s Gramps.”
    Isabel kept eating, didn’t say a word, didn’t so much as meet his gaze. Yep. Definitely angry.
    Feeling uncomfortable at her silence, Micah answered. “Hey,