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seeing each other on the sly, but Missy hadn't made any moves to leave him. Red didn't push her. This was innocent, after all. Harmless. In a way, Red thought he was there to keep her from drowning, a job he'd happily do until she could float on her own.
     
    She stood in his front hall, a little damp from the recent rain, pacing.
     
    "I… I… He…" Flustered, she pushed her hood down and yanked her hair out of its messy bun. Red watched, fascinated as always, as the waves tumbled down her back. There'd been talk about cutting her mane lately, and while he always said he never had an opinion, he hoped she'd let grow until it touched the floor.
     
    "Take a breath," he offered, locking the door as quietly as he could before nodding to the kitchen area. "Let me make you some tea or something."
     
    He'd never touched the stuff until Missy made herself a more permanent feature in his life. These days, he tried to have some camomile or green bullshit with breakfast, because, apparently, it was better for his health than commercial orange juice.
     
    "I don't want tea," she announced, grabbing his arm as he stepped by. "I want…"
     
    Her breathed in uneven gasps, and he half wondered if she'd ran all the way here from wherever she and Dan had had their most recent fight. There had to have been a brawl of some kind—she wouldn't turn up at his place looking and acting like she was if there hadn't.
     
    Red waited, patient as ever, and tried not to lose himself in her eyes. Suddenly, her hand left his arm, and he stiffened as it came up to cradle his face. And then, without a word, Missy kissed him.
     
    They'd shared a few kisses since that tentative one the night of the bonfire. Like the first time, he'd always held back, letting her set the pace, thinking she was actually a little shy. This kiss, however, sent all his theories about her sexual prowess flying out the window. It was Missy who nipped at his lower lip, willing him to open his mouth to her—and damn it all, Red didn't need to be asked twice. Mouth slated over hers, he backed her up against the wall, his large hands wrapped around her hips.
     
    Her figure had always struck him as delicate, but in his arms, she was sturdy. While slimmer than his muscular frame certainly, she held her own, taking the force of his kiss in stride. She moaned weakly, and he swallowed the sound whole, keeping it for himself and no one else.
     
    Worried that the wall might be hurting her, Red pulled back, breathing ragged, and let his lips wander her neck. She was cool to the touch, tainted by the stormy weather they'd been having lately, but she soon warmed under his lips. Her body melded to the grooves of his with ease, like they were meant to fit together, and Red felt his cock stiffen.
     
    Slowly, his hands wandered south, smoothing over the gentle swell of her hips and down to cup her pert ass. She inhaled shakily, her fingers buried in his thick black hair, and he glanced up at her after licking from the base of her neck to the tip of her chin. Missy shivered, her head tilted back and eyes a little glazed. He could practically feel the heat beneath her shorts, radiating from the apex of her thighs, and it took every ounce of willpower not to take her right then and there.
     
    Instead, he did as he'd been doing for months now. Slow and steady. Holding her firmly, Red carried her to the living room, where he collapsed onto his beat-up old couch with a grunt. Straddling his lap, Missy leaned back and let her eyes wander his face, down to his chest, then took it upon herself to rid him of his shirt. Off it went, tossed onto the laminate hardwood floor. Still Red waited, worried that any sudden movements might frighten her.
     
    With two fingers, she walked the width of his chest, thick and toned from working on his bike and lifting the few weight sets he had at home. He'd always been quick to build muscle, even as a teenager, and it never failed to impress the women he brought