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pretending to be together, right?”
     
    Kyle’s lower jaw ticked as his expression became hard and he thrust his hand through his hair, causing me to swallow in return. “Right,” he finally ground out, throwing on his shirt as he opened the door. “I’m going out.”
     
    I jumped as he slammed the door shut, the paintings on the wall rattling in return, wondering what had just happened. I had only spoken the truth yet he acted like it was something else, something that I was feeling as well. Could it be possible? Did I even dare hope?
     
    Hours passed without his return as I took a hot shower and climbed into bed, staring at the clock as it ticked slowly by. Finally, as I was starting to drift off to sleep, Kyle stumbled in the door, easing it shut. I froze as I heard his shoes hit the floor, then his pants before he climbed into bed, reaching over to touch my bare arm with his fingers. I could smell the alcohol on his breath but didn’t move as those long fingers drifted over my shoulder then to touch the tresses on my pillow. I closed my eyes tightly against the soft touch, wanting desperately to turn over and take him into my arms.
     
    “God, I wish you knew,” he said softly, startling me out of my thoughts. He then sighed heavily, pressing a soft kiss on my shoulder before rolling over. I lay there frozen as his snores filled the air, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
     

Chapter 9
     
    The next morning came all too soon. I awoke to an empty bed, the sound of the shower running in the bathroom alerting me that I was indeed not in a dream, but tortuous reality. Throwing back the covers, I padded to the bathroom, shedding my clothes in the process. Kyle was standing away from the curtain, his arm braced against the wall, his face lifted upward to the water as I climbed in, my hands brushing the muscles of his back softly before I wrapped my arms around his lean waist.
     
    “I’m sorry,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to his back. “I know this is difficult for you and I shouldn’t be adding to it.”
     
    He shuddered and turned in my arms, kissing me hard on the lips. “I’m sorry I roped you into this.”
     
    “You didn’t force me,” I replied with a small smile, touching his chest with my hands. “Just like anything else, you aren’t forcing me.”
     
    He then gave a small groan as I took his flat nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. “Jesus,” he whispered, his hands in my hair.
     
    “Relax,” I said, pulling back, desire swirling in my veins. Holy hotness, he was perfect and I wanted to have him trembling under my touch for once. “Let me take care of you.” Kneeling before him, I touched him, already hard and ready for me. “It’s beautiful,” I said honestly, taking him fully into my palm, feeling its length before touching the tip of it with my lips in a soft kiss.
     
    “Jess,” he said in a strangled voice, his hands clenching in my hair. “You don’t… damn.”
     
    “Shh,” I whispered, the water dripping all around me as I took him fully into my mouth. I worked it slow, ramping up my speed until he was groaning and attempting to pull away from my mouth. Grabbing his ass, I pulled him back and before long he stiffened, his harsh cry echoing in the shower as I finished him off. I leaned back and wiped my lips, pulling myself back against the length of him, seeing the drained look on his handsome face.
     
    “Good God, Jess,” he said softly, his sexy grin sliding back into place. “That is an awesome way to start a morning.”
     
    “Good morning,” I replied with a smile as he took my face in his hands, his eyes tender as he searched mine.
     
    “A damn good morning,” he echoed, rubbing his nose with mine.
     
    I sighed as I enjoyed the tender touch, kissing his thumb as it drifted over my swollen lips. I was sunk, big time. Nicole had hit the nail on the head. I loved this man.
     
    We stayed in the shower until the water grew