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and the way they smelled. No one smelled like Michaela. Innocence and sweetness and sex, such a complex mix, multi-layered.
    Austin wanted to peel each of her layers back, reveal her bit by bit, until all that remained was the real her. He sensed something bubbled just beneath her surface. She had secrets, things she’d never shared with him and she’d shared a lot.
    He wanted to know them. He wanted her complete trust so she was comfortable enough to admit what she wanted. Needed.
    And he was more than willing to give it to her.
    “Austin.” His name was a benediction dropping from her lips and he paused, savoring the sensation of her mouth moving against his as she spoke. “What are you doing?”
    “I thought it was obvious.” He kissed her ear, the side of her neck, licking her, tasting salt and sweet skin.
    She gave a sound of frustration and tried to shove at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t move. He smiled against her throat, continued to kiss her there, and her hands curled in his hair, bringing him closer.
    “You should stop.” Her protest was weak and he lifted his head, studied her carefully. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen and she licked at them, the sight of her little pink tongue making him release a shuddering breath.
    Michaela had so much power over him, and she didn’t realize it. Just looking at her made him weak, ready to give in to anything she wanted from him. If it meant she wanted him to stop, of course he would stop.
    But hell, he didn’t want to.
    “I don’t think you want me to stop.” He kept his voice low, even, didn’t want to push or scare her. She studied him. He saw her visibly swallow and, unable to resist, he touched her mouth, found it damp, sinking beneath his touch and when she swiped the tip with her tongue, he groaned.
    “You like boys,” she whispered and he laughed, he couldn’t help it he was surprised by her statement. Her expression told him she didn’t appreciate his reaction, and he sobered immediately.
    “Not always, Michaela. I like you .” He leaned in, this time going with gentle and the kiss they shared was exquisite, a connection of lips that made his skin sizzle, his entire body ache for more of her.
    “We’re friends, we live together. This complicates things.” She released her hold on him, waved her hand around.
    “It doesn’t have to. Not if we don’t let it.” He meant that though he wasn’t quite sure how they’d make it work. It could get very complicated very quickly. Was he ready for that?
    Complicated wasn’t his thing, it never really had been. He’d kind of thought he was in love, once, but it had ended badly. Kind of. He wasn’t good at it. Relationships.
    So why did he get the feeling that he could be good at it with Michaela?
    “Easy for you to say.” She shoved at his shoulders and this time he backed away from her, letting her go. She looked surprised but quickly gained composure, her expression docile. Standing a little straighter, she ran a hand over her tangled hair and he thought she’d never looked sexier.
    “I-I need to go. You can stay here if you like but I need to go home. I’m, um, tired.”
    She could say what she wanted, but he knew the truth. She was uncomfortable, thrown off by what they’d just shared even though he knew without a doubt she’d enjoyed every second of it.
    “I’m not letting you leave here by yourself. I’ll take you home.” She was crazy if she thought he’d let her go out into the night in the mostly abandoned industrial district. Who knew what sort of scumbags lurked out there?
    “Can you take me to the theatre so I can pick up my car?” She lifted her chin, her fingers tugging at the bodice of her dress. Drawing his attention to her flushed skin, her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric.
    His mouth watered and he cleared his throat, searching for control. “Why don’t we head straight home now and grab it tomorrow?”
    “No.” She shook her head, her voice