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“A lamb to the slaughter,” he rumbled, and his mouth tightened.

“What?”

His hands wrapped around her upper arms. She was pinned between him and the bathroom counter. He stepped closer, bringing his body flush against hers.

His aroused body. Miranda sucked in a sharp breath when she felt the heat of his erection pressing against her.

“You have to be more careful.” His body felt good against hers. Right. His voice was soft when he warned, “You never know what’s out there, just waiting to take a bite out of you.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “And you are so tempting.”

“Cain—”

His lips took hers. The kiss was hot, wild. His tongue pushed past the entrance of her mouth, thrust against hers. She responded instantly, heat flaring through her body as her tongue met his.

He lifted her, settling her along the edge of the countertop, then his hands were on her thighs.

And still he kissed her. Tasted her.

His fingers curled around her thighs. Need surged inside of her, and Miranda’s mouth became more demanding against his.

He spread her legs wider with his grip. Settled his hips in the cradle of her body, and Miranda arched toward him, feeling the hard length of his jeans-covered cock against her sex.

Talk about a temptation.

She wondered what it would be like to strip those jeans off him. To yank off her own pants and underwear. Body to body. Sex to sex.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

Cain ripped his mouth from hers. Stared down at her with blazing eyes. “I can smell your desire.”

What? That was a super weird thing to say. Was he⁠—

“Your scent is fucking driving me wild…” He kissed her again. Harder. With need and with a stark possession.

Her breasts pushed against his chest. Her nipples were tight, pebble-hard. She wanted his hands on them. His mouth.

When was the last time she’d been this turned on by a kiss? Certainly not with either of her two ex-fiancés. Or the handful of men she’d dated in the past year.

She was literally panting now. Squirming against him, her body yearning.

And all Cain had done was kiss her.

But he was making her crave him so much. Building a fierce, wild lust within her.

His hands drifted up her thighs. Squeezed. Caressed. So close to the center of her need. So close. Just a few inches more⁠—

Cain pulled away from her, and Miranda could have snarled in frustration.

Cain’s words held a ragged edge as he told her, “You—shit, you don’t want this now.”

Her body did.

“You’ve been through hell tonight.” His hands clenched, and Miranda noticed that his face looked a little different. Tighter. Sharper.

“I shouldn’t have kissed you, not now.”

But she’d wanted him to, and she was woman enough to admit it. “You don’t have to apologize.” She’d wanted his mouth on her, still did. But with his withdrawal, annoying sanity—and its friend control—were coming back. What am I doing?

His gaze bored into hers. “There’s something here, between us. Make no mistake about it.”