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“I’m tired. Sleep. That’s w-what I n-need.”
    “Let me help you undress.”
    “No!” Her eyes became as large as saucers. “I don’t need your h-help.”
    Unsteady, she reached for the hem of her little black dress and pulled it up. For a moment she struggled with the material, huffing and cursing, until she pulled the gown over her head. The silk slithered out of her grasp and onto the floor.
    Kyle’s jaw dropped.
    Dressed in only a low-cut, push-up bra edged in black lace with matching, ass-molding boy shorts, Sam was pure, unadulterated sex. Blood rushed to his groin, instantly hardening his cock. The ache sent his arousal from zero to one hundred in a single heartbeat. His pulse jumped and took off. When her hand went behind her to unfasten her bra, Kyle knew he had to stop her.
    “Baby, I don’t think that’s wise.”
    Sam frowned. “What?” Leaning forward, she glared at him. “ Sooo , you don’t think—” Her feet did a little two-step before she came to a stop. “I c-can measure up to my s-sister?”
    “Sam—”
    Too late. The scrap of material fell away, revealing small but firm breasts he used to cradle in his palms, spend hours worshipping, tasting.
    The smirk she gave him did nothing to extinguish his desire. If anything, her little striptease was doing just the opposite.
    Holy shit. His cock firmed even more.
    “Sam, please.” His plea only seemed to urge her onward.
    She shot him a shit-eating grin before she slipped her thumbs in the elastic of her boy shorts. Her smile turned sultry as she began to inch the panties down. Her hips moved to some sexy tune that must have played only in her mind, but her svelte motions were enough to put his imagination into full gear.
    To his surprise he discovered she waxed. Something she hadn’t done two years ago. The realization both excited and infuriated him.
    Who had she waxed for? The thought came and went just as quickly.
    In utter agony, he watched her silky panties move down her thighs, past her knees, to pool around her ankles. Stepping out of them was another thing. Each time she tried, she stumbled. Her brows pulled together in a line of frustration.
    Kyle would have laughed, but he couldn’t breathe nor tear his gaze from her sensual body. When she was finally naked before him, he managed to drag in a strangled breath.
    Beneath shuttered eyelashes she looked up at him. “Do you want me?” She licked her lips again, but this time it was a slow, smooth motion that had his heart thudding against his chest.
    Oh God. Yes. He wanted her more than anything in this fuckin’ world.
    Kyle took a step toward her. “Are you sure you want this?” Even as he asked, he began to unbutton his shirt.
    Tossing back her golden mane of hair, a humorless laugh spilled from her lips. “Why not? You can’t hurt me anymore.”
    He paused. The pain of the last two years slammed hard into him, stealing the air from his lungs. Inhaling, he reached for something to say. “Sam, I never meant to hurt you,” was all that came to mind.
    Silently, she just stared at him. Then her bottom lip began to quiver. “Why, Kyle?” A tear raced down her reddened cheek, another one close behind. “I loved you.” Her knees suddenly buckled.
    Kyle barely caught her before she collapsed and fell to the floor. Cradling her in his arms, he moved to a plush chair by the window and sat with her in his lap.
    “Hush, baby.” Gently, he rocked her. “Please don’t cry.”
    Through broken sobs, she murmured, “I want to know why.”
    But he didn’t have an answer for her, not one they hadn’t hashed over before. “I don’t know how it happened. I can tell you that I’ve never been attracted to your sister, and if I’d been sober that would have never happened. We would be married. Maybe even have a child.”
    That only seemed to make things worse. She wept harder.
    Kyle did the only thing he could—he held her, handing her an occasional tissue, until finally her tears