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questioned his action in stopping on the wrong side of the road and allowing his wife to exit into the street instead of the sidewalk.  He’d been under suspicion for allegedly pushing his wife out of the car into oncoming traffic.  But having no evidence that he wanted his wife dead, he’d been cleared.
    He was an idiot, not a monster.
    “I’ve never told anyone about that argument,” he said, wondering if he’d made a mistake in telling Michelle so much.  He didn’t even know her, and yet he’d poured out the darkest secret of his soul to her.
    Michelle gazed up at him with moist eyes filled with warmth, the kind of homespun warmth he longed to have wrapped around him.
    “I won’t repeat it to anyone,” she said.   “I’m sorry, Erik.  I’m sorry you and your little girl had to go through such a terrible experience.”
    The sincerity in her voice seeped through his skin, into his blood.   “You’re remarkable,” he said huskily. “Almost too good to be true.”
    His heart jolted when she unexpectedly took his hand and laced her fingers through his.  Her touch was like quicksand, pulling him into a chasm of pure desire.  He felt an avid quickening of his heartbeat as a violent passion pulsed through his veins, bringing his dormant body to life.
    The moment she touched him, a hot flash swept through Michelle, and her heart began to hammer against her chest.  It was as if she’d been struck by lightning.  Instantly realizing it was a mistake to touch him, she dropped his hand.  “I’m sorry.  I didn't mean to do that.”  She cast her eyes downward to hide the boisterous storm raging inside her.
    “Don’t be.  You acted on impulse.”  Erik put his hands under her chin and raised her face to his.  He wiped his thumb across the softness of her cheek, capturing a tear that had escaped from her captivating eyes.  He rubbed the warm moisture between his fingers, relishing the feel of it against his skin.
    Her lips parted slightly, and involuntarily, her pink tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.  Erik groaned.  Her compelling eyes spoke to him, offering him the intimate female delights he’d been deprived of for so long.  His head started a lazy descent, and as he got closer, his predatory male senses were stimulated by the sensual fragrance exuding from her skin.
    “What’s that scent you’re wearing?” he whispered.
    “ Moonlight .  You like it?”
    “Yes.  I like it.  I like it a lot.”
    Michelle closed her eyes as her heart jackknifed in her throat.  She whimpered when his smooth, warm lips touched hers, and the heady scent of his masculinity attacked her.  There was no spicy aftershave, no musky cologne, just his potent manliness.  Her limbs turned to jelly when he pulled her to him and completely covered her mouth and swept his tongue inside, ravishing her hungrily.  She clutched his shoulders and opened wider, giving him absolute permission to enjoy her.
    Sweat beaded Erik's forehead as his body heat reached a record high.  His breath came in gasps as he stroked his hands down her narrow body.  He pulled her closer, fitting his erection against the soft cradle of her feminine heat.  He rocked against her gently as their tongues danced intimately around each other.
    Michelle made a mewling sound, deep in her throat, like that from a cat being stroked by its master’s hand.  She wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck and pressed herself into the hard curve of his body.  She’d had boyfriends before, yet she had no idea that being in a man’s arms could feel so gloriously wonderful.  Somewhere in the dazed recess of her brain, she heard thunder rumble.
    “I’m ready, Daddy!”
    They jumped apart as Precious’ voice yanked them back to reality.
    Michelle gasped and swallowed hard, forcing her heart back inside her chest.  The rumbling she’d heard wasn’t thunder, but Precious’ footsteps clambering down the stairs.  She turned toward the window and