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“Well done for not killing him,” I murmur with a teasing smile, tracing my thumb over Caden’s jaw.
He huffs a soft laugh, eyes full of restraint and fire as he cups my face gently.
“I wouldn’t. Not after what he just went through. If that were me…” He trails off, voice deepening. “I’d have burned the house down. So I get it.”
I nod, leaning in to kiss him — slow, sure, and full of promise. The moment our lips meet, something snaps. Something hungry. He deepens the kiss, and I feel the heat between my legs pulse in response. It’s like flipping a switch I can’t turn off.
My dry spell is over. My body knows it before I do.
I tug his hair and he groans into my mouth, his tongue sweeping against mine with maddening patience. His control only drives me wilder. I press against him harde
