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just a dream. You’re okay.”
    I’m not okay! I’ll never be okay!
    Now that the tears had started, Kelcey
couldn’t stop them. She clutched Dax’s waist and laid her head on his shoulder.
It felt so good to be held, to touch his warm skin with her palms. His hands
slid over her back in a soothing caress.
    “Shh. Don’t cry. I won’t let anyone hurt
you.”
    His low voice seeped into her
consciousness, easing her fear. Her tears slowed. She lifted her head and
peered into his eyes. She saw kindness and concern.
    “Better?”
    “Yes. Thank you.”
    Dax smiled. “No problem.”
    He drew her back into his arms and held her
close. Kelcey enjoyed his body pressed to hers, his hair tickling the back of
her fingers. She couldn’t resist rubbing a tendril between her thumb and
forefinger. So soft and silky.
    This time when he looked at her, the
concern in his eyes had been replaced with desire. Her heart skittered in her
chest, yet from a different emotion. Heat swirled low in her belly, the same
way it had earlier when he’d stood so close to her while they’d admired his
photographs on the walls. His hands still stroked her back, but slower
now…exploring instead of comforting.
    “Kelcey,” he whispered.
    His head dipped closer. Kelcey parted her
lips in anticipation of his kiss. He didn’t disappoint her. His lips touched hers
in a fleeting caress, a gentle hello.
    Kelcey dug her fingernails into his back.
She thought she heard Dax groan, but she was too wrapped up in her feelings to
be sure. She tilted her head when he deepened the kiss, parted her lips even
more for the sweep of his tongue.
    Other men had kissed her, touched her. Her
fumbling attempts at sex had always ended with her in tears and the men getting
away from her as quickly as possible.
    Unfamiliar emotions swept through her
body…feelings she had only imagined but never experienced. A liquid warmth
seemed to flow through her veins. Her senses were heightened so she noticed
everything more clearly. A hint of wine on Dax’s breath. The fresh fragrance of
shampoo in his hair. The silky slide of his beard against her cheek. His warm
lips beneath her jaw.
    His lips covered hers again, no longer
fleeting or gentle. His tongue flicked the corners of her mouth, then ventured
inside. He kissed her with passion, with hunger. Wrapping her arms around his
neck, she returned each kiss with just as much passion, just as much hunger.
    She wanted to lick and bite every part of
him.
    Kelcey moaned low in her throat when Dax
cradled one jersey-covered breast. She hated the bit of fabric that kept his
hand from her bare flesh. Pulling his hand away from her, she guided it beneath
her top until his hand covered her bare breast.
    “Oh yeah.” His voice sounded guttural,
almost feral. He squeezed her breast, ran his thumb over the hard nipple. “I’ve
got to have more of you.”
    The covers disappeared from her legs. Dax
gripped Kelcey’s waist and tugged her to her back. Wedging his knees between
her legs, he spread them wide and lay between them. The hard ridge of his cock
pressed against her mound. She lifted her hips, wanting more of that enticing hardness.
    Memories swamped her, mixing past with
present.
    “No! I don’t want to!”
    Uncle Kirt slapped her. Tears quickly
welled in her eyes and ran down her temples into her ears. “I don’t care what
you don’t want. We’re gonna do what I want. Got
that?”
    Dax’s hair fell on either side of her face,
making Kelcey feel smothered. She tore her mouth away from his and shoved on
his shoulders. “Get off me!”
    When he didn’t move as quickly as she
thought he should, she screamed, “ GET OFF ME! ”
    He lifted to his hands and knees, giving
her enough room to scurry out from beneath him. She fell to the floor and
scrambled to the corner. Pulling her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms
around them and buried her face against them.
    She didn’t know how much time passed while
she cried before