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was wearing cotton fleece from head to toe. Still, if he took off the fleece, his higher body temperature would raise hers in minutes.
    Yeah and if you believe that one, I’ve got a bridge to sell you.
    Fuck it.
    As gently and as he could, he stripped the sweatshirt off her upper body without waking her. He tried not to make an ass of himself as her naked flesh met his.
    But, fuck , it was torture. Yes, they’d been in the shower just like this earlier today but he’d been whacked out. He didn’t have that excuse now.
    And he was going to enjoy every fucking second.
    Since he was still naked under the blanket, he left her pants on. Removing those was just asking him to step over a cliff he couldn’t climb back up. And now he had to pull the blanket over her as well, enclosing them in warmth and darkness.
    Her skin quickly warmed against his as he rubbed a hand up and down her arm and around her back. Settling even more heavily against him, her breathing got deeper until she lay completely unconscious in his arms.
    Her crying had stopped, thank the gods. He couldn’t stand to hear it. It ripped him apart inside.
    He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep with her in his arms but he was worried about what would happen when she woke. Would they go back to their battle stances?
    Tinia’s teat, he didn’t want that. He was so sick of acting like he hated her because he knew she couldn’t stand him. Yeah, it was a defense mechanism but it’d kept him sane these past years.
    But…yesterday had changed things.
    He knew that. He just didn’t know how.
    And as he lay there for hours, staring into the dark with Tira cuddled against him, he still had no answers.
    Dawn was at least an hour away when he felt her begin to wake. He forced himself not to tense, to keep his arms loose around her, even when she shifted in his lap, brushing her thigh against his erection and making him want to thrust against her.
    He knew the second she came fully awake and braced for her to push him away.
    But she didn’t. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and let it curve over the muscle before smoothing over to his neck.
    He had a second to wonder if she truly was awake when she turned her head and let her lips rest against his chest.
    He sucked in a breath as desire flashed through him like a lightning blast. How many times had he dreamed about having her just like this? Naked and warm against his own skin. Her mouth on his body.
    Yeah, they were missing a crucial part of the equation but he couldn’t be sorry about what they did have now.
    And he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
    He needed her. He’d always needed her but knew they’d never be able to complete the triangle they were meant to be. For years, he’d let that fact keep them separated. He’d hurt her with his distance. He knew that now.
    Well, he was done pushing her away and whatever happened, happened. They’d deal with it later.
    “Duke.” Her whisper brushed against his neck seconds before her lips, making his heart race and his skin tighten. His hands flattened on her back and started a slow, stroking massage that had her arching into him.
    “Duke…”
    Bending his head, he rubbed his nose against her hair, breathing in her scent, clean and bright and so fucking her .
    She moved, as if to get up, and his arms tightened around her. Shit, he didn’t want to lose her. Not now. He didn’t think he could go another day if he didn’t have her.
    His throat tightened as his arms felt like rigid steel. He didn’t think he could loosen them if he tried.
    As her head tilted back, he actually felt fear coat his lungs in ice. What if she was still asleep? What if this was all a dream—
    “Duke, shh. Let me up. Just for a minute.”
    He forced himself to obey but he didn’t breathe as she slid off his lap, the blanket falling to the ground as she stood before him. He still couldn’t see her face properly because of the dark but he could see when she bent to slide