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happen?” Chase asked behind her.
    “Because she’s all… stiff.”
    “Me too.” Chase grumbled.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Never mind.” Chase got up from the couch. “Look, I need to go”—he pointed to the door—“take a break from security detail. I’ll come back and get her for her last class and you and I can chat, okay?”
    “Fine.” I watched him leave. Nervousness was making a damn hole in my stomach. I walked Trace over to the couch.
    Her eyes were glued to my bare stomach.
    “Not my face, Trace.” I tilted her chin up. She blushed and then closed her eyes.
    “That was embarrassing.”
    “Not for me.” I grinned. “Now, stop objectifying, and tell me what happened in class.”
    “It wasn’t a big deal. I mean, it was but—”
    “Why the hell are you shaking?” I gripped her wrists, probably harder than I should have, and told myself to calm down. “Trace, tell me.”
    She was closing herself off, the way she sat on the couch, crossed her legs, and primly placed her hands in her lap—everything was off. That wasn’t the Trace I was used to being with. It scared the living hell out of me.
    “We had to act out scenarios.”
    I felt my eyes narrow. “What kind of scenarios?”
    Trace played with the edge of her shirt and shrugged. “Ones where people get attacked, broken into… raped.” Her voice trailed off.
    That particular professor had just sealed his retirement.
    “Trace, look at me, are you okay? Did Chase—”
    “Chase was great.” Her face lit up. Damn it. “He talked me through the situation and, well, it ended up being fine. I think I’m just a bit shook up. He forced me to do it. Basically threw me against the mat and gave me hell.”
    It took me exactly five seconds to decide that I was going to murder him on the spot for putting her in that position. Ten seconds after that, I was feeling such insane jealousy that his body had been pressed against hers, I almost grabbed my gun and took off after him.
    “So…” A few pieces of hair fell across her face as she bit her lip. “Chase gave me some tough love, said to buck up, and I did it. I actually pinned him to the ground.” Her face lit up like a damn Christmas tree. No wonder Chase left; he didn’t want me to shoot him in the ass.
    I snorted. “I’m sure he loved that.”
    “What?” Trace tilted her head. Was she really that clueless?
    “Do you really have no idea?” I tucked some of her dark hair behind her ear and sighed. “No idea at all?”
    “Idea? Help me out, Nixon. I don’t speak crazy.”
    Cursing, I pulled her into my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist so her body was pressed against mine. “You. Are. Gorgeous.” Her body shivered in response to my touch. A hiss of air escaped through her lips as her legs tightened around my body.
    I braced her hips with my hands and slowly moved them up. I looked at her perfect body as it fit like a missing piece to my puzzle. “Any guy would be an idiot not to have a problem keeping it in his pants around you, Trace. And that’s the truth.”
    “You don’t seem to have a problem with it?” She winked.
    I growled and jerked her head toward mine, crushing my lips against hers. I slipped my tongue past the barrier of her lips and promised myself she’d forget Chase had even touched her today. “Right,” I growled low in the back of my throat. “No problem whatsoever. I’m basically a saint.” I brought her hands down the front of my chest and lower, to my boxers. “You need to know one thing, sweetheart.”
    “What?” Her hands froze on my abs.
    “I would kill my own cousin.”
    “What?” Her expression turned horrified: Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
    “I would.” I shrugged. “He knows you aren’t his to touch, you aren’t his to want.”
    “And I’m yours?”
Oh great, now I’ve pissed her off
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    I gripped her face between my hands and kissed her mouth softly. “Yes. Whether you like it or not, we belong to each other.