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all, sexy. It would all be incredibly hot, if the very real gravity of the discussion didn’t frighten me so much.
    “Luke, I don’t care who you used to be. What I care about is who you are now. And the person you are now wouldn’t dare say something as ridiculous as that to me ever again. Do you understand?”
    Luke drops his eyes and lets out a long breath. I can tell my man is lost. Battling with a way to fix things for me and for him. I squeeze his leg reassuringly, and he kisses me on the forehead with a soft smile before leaning forward to start the car.

Chapter 4

    My eyes flutter open as the car engine shuts off. I hadn't planned on falling asleep. Yet, the afternoon sun and the soft hum of the car as it drove down the interstate had lulled my insomniatic body into a ragged slumber.
    For once, I didn’t dream. Lately, every time I’ve shut my eyes, all I can see is Derrick staring back at me. My body must have finally reached that point it could no longer handle the sleepless hours. Some internal override must have finally kicked in and forced me to rest as best as it could.
    Drearily, I wipe at my eyes as I try to focus in on where we are. It takes me a moment to realize that we’re at our new house. The residence is so welcoming, yet so unfamiliar. Luke and I haven’t had time to really turn it into a home yet, so it still has that stale, almost foreign feeling whenever we step inside, as if the house itself hasn’t figured out if it accepts us or not.
    Without looking at Luke, I unbuckle my seat belt and reach for the door. I have so much writing to do to for work covering Luke’s fight from tonight, that all I can focus on is getting to my computer. Before I can pull open the door, Luke’s firm hand wraps around my forearm.
    “Wait,” soft hazel eyes trap my gaze the moment I turn to face him.
    For a moment, I’m transfixed. His beautiful eyes bewitch me into a state of primal passion that has been tingling in my very core for days now, but that I have suppressed out of fear. I’m not going to be able to resist him for much longer. I can feel it in the damp folds of my sex. My womanhood is begging for him, pleading that he release me from this dark state of internal loathing I’ve ensnared myself within. Judging from the way he’s looking back at me, I can tell that my man is more than willing to save me from myself.
    “Okay,” I whisper, unable to muster up anything more eloquent.
    The corner of Luke’s mouth hooks up in an adorable half grin, “I have a surprise for you.”
    My eyebrow arches, “Oh? What is it?”
    “Stay right here,” he commands, as he releases his grip against my arm.
    I grumble to myself, but do as I’m told. Luke is rarely bossy however as it turns out I usually like what he has planned when he is, so I sit back against the chair, awaiting further instructions from my muscle bound master.
    Luke climbs out of the car and strides over to my side. I watch him suspiciously, my mind reeling as it tries to predict what he has in store for me. When he opens my door, I don’t move. I just sit, immobile, trying my best to peeve him with my sudden inability to do something he asks. Luke stares down at me, the half grin still etched across his face. He looks unamused and intrigued at the same time. I can’t help but feel a stirring down deep in my loins as desire floods me to take his handsome face and guide it down to a place on my body that he can find both intriguing and wet.
    I gasp as strong arms wrap around me and lift me out of the car as if I weighed nothing. With wide eyes, I look up at Luke. His grin has taken on a devil-like gleam as he cradles me against his still bare chest.
    With ease, he balances both he and I on one leg while using the other to shut my door. Then he begins striding towards the front door of our home.
    Our home…
    I have no idea what he has planned for me, but I can already tell that it’s something I’m going to really like. The yearning