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I know, he said sympathetically. I ve got my hands full here, but that sweet little clit looks so
neglected. Don t worry. I can troubleshoot this. He knelt down, parted her thighs wider, and kissed
her, front and center and right on target. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she couldn t stop
herself from planting the soles of her feet on his shoulders and rocking up into the kiss. When he
started in on her with his tongue, and, sweet Jesus, his teeth, she flung her forearm over her eyes and
sobbed, Please. Oh, God. Please. I need you.
He kissed her thigh. Her stomach. Her pounding heart. Me, too. Then he slowly withdrew from
her, took her hand, and wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection.
She guided him in. He kept as still as possible, which set off alarm bells in her brain at first
because she feared he d aggravated his back, but then she registered his closed eyes and deep breaths
and realized he was holding himself in check, trying to let her come first. There was something so
disarming and, at the same time, unspeakably sexy about all that masculine restraint. She molded her
hands along the small of his back and pressed down carefully.
His low, shuddery moan sounded suspiciously like a plea for more. She took him in deep and then
wriggled her hips from side to side, just to work him in a little& bit& deeper.
Ah shit, he groaned, don t, and he thrust once. Just like that, all the restraint evaporated. He
drove into her, again and again, and she watched as he clenched his jaw, furrowed his brow, and
surrendered every ounce of discipline and control to something too powerful for even big, bad, Major
Michael McCade to withstand.
A need she d unleashed in him, she thought proudly, just before he surged forward and brought his
head down next to hers. He hiked her legs up high and thrust into her one last time. And then thought
became impossible because her senses took over. His ragged cry of relief filled her ears, sent a trail
of heat along her spine, into her abdomen, and down between her legs. Tremors started somewhere
deep within and radiated out like shockwaves. The next moment, all the tension and pressure inside
her exploded. A storm of sensation swept through her, and everything else in the world faded, save
for the feel of Michael holding her as if he d never let go. But he will let go, her inner voice warned.
Everybody does.
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Your brother says your back is still bothering you. Why didn t you tell me? I m a doctor, for Christ s
sake. I should be the first person you call when you re not feeling well.
Michael stepped out of the imaging center and stared up at the cloudless blue southern California
sky. Hopefully he didn t look like a man planning a murder, but, inside his mind, he was picturing
strangling Trevor. Slowly. With his bare hands.
You re a pediatrician.
I have contacts.
I m fine, Mom. The pain is gone. I just had a follow-up MRI this afternoon, and I have an
appointment with Dane on Friday to go over the results.
Do you need me to come down and take care of you? Go with you to the appointment?
He gave her a long-suffering sigh. Absolutely not. Mom, I m the Marines problem now. You can
stop worrying about me. Start worrying about your oldest son, because he s the one about to get
his ass kicked.
It s a mother s prerogative to worry. You ll understand when you have kids of your own.
Uh-oh. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. He and Logan had assumed Trevor tying the knot
would ease the parental pressure on them, but so far, no dice. His mother was staring down the big
six-oh next month. She wanted grandkids, and she wanted them yesterday.
I enjoyed speaking to Chloe last night.
He reached his Jeep, leaned against the driver s side, and considered faking a bad connection.
Yeah, she mentioned you called. Time to change the topic. Listen, what do you want for your
birthday? He d taken care of the birthday present weeks ago. He, Trevor, and Logan went thirds on
an Alaskan Cruise his mom had talked about taking for ages. Chloe s birthday was coming soon, and
he needed to plan
She told me you two are friends.
So much for a topic change. That s true.
She also mentioned you were in the shower when I called.
Also true. But he braced for whatever she threw at him next.
She s one of those friends you invite over at shower time?
I can t& you. Think we have& bad connection.
Don t lie to your mother. There s not a thing wrong with this connection. I want to meet Chloe.
That s what I want for my birthday.
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