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    “You’re right,” she said, hating herself. “I haven’t given you any reason to trust me and lots of reasons not to.” Closing the distance between them, she reached for his hands, grateful when he didn’t pull away. “I didn’t tell you what was going on. I didn’t trust you. I am so sorry, Eric. You didn’t deserve that. You’ve never given me a reason to doubt you.”
    She couldn’t stand the way his face was closed to her, his expression so guarded. She was left trying to puzzle out what he was thinking, her only clue his hands warm and solid in hers. It was time to put her money where her mouth was. He said he loved her; she was choosing to believe it.
    “I have to get Caleb back and make sure he and my dad are safe, but after that, I’m done. I won’t disown them. They’re still my family, but it’s long past time I stopped letting them dictate my actions. I’m tired of running away, and I want a chance to prove it to you.” She let go of his hand to cup his face, the sandpaper of his five o’clock shadow rough against her palm. He turned his head into her caress, and something inside her unclenched. They could do this. She could do it. “I will do whatever it takes to show you I trust you and to earn your trust in return.”
    “Cher.” Eric pulled her to him, pressing her against the long hard length of his body. His hand cupped her head, fingers tangling in her hair and then he kissed her. What started as a brush of his lips over hers morphed quickly into something much hotter, much deeper. She opened for him, taking him in, teasing, tasting, claiming him as he claimed her.
    His hands slid down her back, branding her through her T-shirt, leaving heat in their wake. Grabbing her butt, he lifted her, fitting her to him as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Never breaking the kiss, his lips moving over hers in bruising demand, he carried her to the couch. He gently laid her on the soft cushions and then he was on her, covering her with his body as he drank from her lips.
    Slipping her hands between them, she ran her fingers up his chest, thwarted by the apron hiding his shirt buttons. She found the tie behind his back, tugging until the ends came free and she could slide the apron out of the way. She went to work on the buttons, desperate to get her hands on his bare skin, but he pushed up her shirt and cupped her breast, his hand hot on her through the lace, his thumb brushing the tight bead of her nipple. She lost her breath and her place, drowning in the feeling of his hand and mouth.
    Julie yanked on his shirt, not bothering with the buttons, needing his flesh under her hands, growling when she didn’t make any progress. Eric broke the kiss, shifting just enough to shed the apron and strip off his shirt. Her mouth watered at the sight of his bare muscled chest, strong shoulders and defined abs with the thin line of hair leading below the waistband of his slacks.
    Before she had a chance to let her hands roam over all that masculine perfection, he reached for the hem of her T-shirt, tugging it over her head. He flipped the front clasp on her bra and raised her just enough to slip it free from her body. Then she was bare from the waist up, her breasts aching for him, and he was bending to cover her, careful not to crush her, but close enough that she felt the wiry hair on his chest tease her pebbled nipples. He brushed a quick kiss over her lips before he cupped her breast and claimed her nipple with his scorching mouth, suckling her until she lost her mind.
    Her legs parted wider, and she tipped her hips, desperate to have the hard thick length of his cock pressed against her swollen sex. Even with the denim and fabric between them, the feeling was exquisite, his body hard to her soft. Pressing her heels on his butt, she urged him closer, bowing her back, desperate for his mouth and cock.
    He released her nipple and stood, peeling off her jeans and panties before stepping out of