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I unlocked my front door, and thought of Marc. I hoped he was okay. I knew he’d hate staying in the infirmary overnight.
I flicked on the lamp in the living area, then jolted. A large, dark shadow sat in my comfy armchair.
I pressed a hand to my racing heart. “Marc?”
“Didn’t mean to scare you.”
I set my keys down and slipped my shoes off. “You startled me. Maybe I’m just a little jumpy after everything.” I frowned. “How did you get in?”
“I hacked your lock.”
I walked closer. He seemed tense. “You’re supposed to be in the infirmary.”
He made an unhappy noise. “I got a clean bill of health. I’m not fucking sleeping in one of those uncomfortable bunks.”
I was relieved that he was okay. His once-broken arm was resting on the armrest of the chair and looked fine.
“Why are you here?” I asked quietly.
“I wanted to check that you were okay.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm. His fingers glided up my wrist, along my forearm, cupped my elbow. Where I’d been burned. My heart melted. He was checking that I was okay.
“My burns are all healed.” He’d showered, and I smelled a fresh, citrusy scent, along with that dark spice that was all Marc.
“I missed you.” His voice was gruff.
I shivered. “I missed you too.”
He yanked me forward and onto his lap. I snuggled in and pressed my face to his strong neck.
“You could’ve died.” His voice was low, rough.
“You came closer than me, Marc.” I cupped his stubbled jaw. “But we made it.” I smiled. “I’m damn happy that we’re both alive.”
“Me too, dove.”
I didn’t complain about the name this time. Actually, I kinda liked it.
Then he kissed me.
I slid my hands into his hair. I opened for him, kissing him back. It wasn’t slick or polished. The kiss was a little rough, forceful. All Marc.
His hands clamped on my waist, fingers digging in. He made a low sound that I felt between my thighs. I shifted, feeling the hard ridge of his cock beneath me.
Breaking the kiss, my lips found his throat. God, I loved his skin, loved the strong line of his throat. I bit him.
He groaned. “Colbie?—”
I rose on my wobbly legs, desire ricocheting inside me. It left me feeling very hot. “We slept on a dirty old mattress on the floor last night. Tonight, I want to be in a comfy bed for this.”
His gaze held mine for a beat, then he rose. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Colbie… I want you. More than I’ve wanted anyone in a long time, but you know I’m not into promises and commitments. That’s just not me.”
I swallowed. “I know.”
