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the tequila or the fact that it had been way too long since she’d enjoyed the company of a man, but in that moment she felt hot, wet desire rush to her core, and before she could stop herself, she flung herself into William’s arms. She heard his surprise before her lips covered his; then he groaned into her mouth as his arms wrapped around her waist and crushed her to his large body. His tongue invaded her mouth, testing and tasting every inch. She clumsily reached for the bottom of his shirt but was stopped by his long fingers wrapping around her wrists.
    “No, not tonight. You’re drunk.” His voice sounded strained, and she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
    “I’m not; I promise.” She could hear the slur in her words and hated the fact that she’d allowed herself to drink more than usual.
    “Right.” William took a deep breath, then pulled away from her, although he kept her hand in his. He led her down the hallway, and when she tripped over her feet, he turned and gently picked her up into his arms.
    “Oh gosh, this is fucking humiliating,” Kara mumbled into his shoulder.
    William shrugged as he placed her onto the bed. His bed? “It could be worse. You could have puked in the truck or something.”
    Kara lay back against the pillows, then turned her head to the side and inhaled a masculine scent. Yes, this is definitely his bed. There was something deliciously perverse about her skin coming into contact with blankets that had kissed his naked body. Oh, fuck you, tequila, fuck you.
    William stood above her and watched her curiously. After a few moments, he went to the foot of the bed and took off her boots and socks. When he finished, he pulled the covers out from underneath her, then unbuttoned her jeans.
    Kara’s chest rose and fell with short, shallow breaths. There were too many sensations, each one more profound than the last, and she tried desperately to ground herself. She wanted nothing more than for him to rip off her clothes and take her. Roughly thrust into her, fill her, devour her until she forgot every single worry that plagued her thoughts. Her head swam, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the tequila or the pressure of his fingers against her middle as he slowly unzipped her jeans.
    He hesitated; then his eyes found hers, the intensity in them enough to make her shudder and squeeze her thighs together. The move didn’t go unnoticed, and as his face reddened, he averted his eyes and slowly stripped off her pants, then reached for the blanket and covered her up. He stood and went to the dresser, then pulled out a white T-shirt. “Here,” he said as he held it out to her. “I’d help you, but I…I can’t.”
    Kara looked at him uncertainly, then saw the large bulge in his pants. She pushed herself up, doing her best to ignore the immediate protest from her head, and took the shirt from him. He quickly left the room, and soon she heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. She pulled off her top and bra and had just shimmied into his shirt when he walked back in. He handed her a bottle of water and two Advil. She took them from his hand, and a bolt of electricity shot through her body when her fingertips brushed his palm. She placed the pills on her tongue and swallowed them down with the ice-cold water. “Thank you,” she whispered.
    William nodded in response. “Good night, Kara.”
    “Wait.” He stopped at the door and looked back at her over his shoulder. She couldn’t explain it, but she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone. “Please don’t leave me. I…I don’t want to be by myself.” She saw him consider her words, and when he didn’t respond, she continued. “I know you can’t stand me, which is fair because I haven’t been very nice to you, and you’ve already done enough tonight, but will you please stay with me?” Her heart sank when instead of turning around, he walked out of the room. She lay back and finally gave in to her