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coming at me, but you…good God, you just appear.”
     
    Her lips curled upward. “Like magic?” She could use some magic right now because what she was about to do was crazy, but she had to do this. She had to know.
     
    He laughed. “Something like that. Now, did you need something?”
     
    “Yeah.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “You.” She exhaled slowly trying to calm her raging nerves. She had to be crazy. No, maybe she was just scared she wasn’t going to make it out of this and she didn’t want to die not knowing what it felt like to be with a man she loved, to give herself freely instead of having everything be taken from her. She loved Keadon. She wanted him. She wanted this moment with him. She wanted it now because she loved him, but maybe a little more because she didn’t know if she was going to live and she didn’t want to die without experiencing what it would be like to have him love her.
     
    “Debbie…”
     
    “I could die, Keadon. I could die tomorrow and I don’t want to die not knowing.” She slowly untied her robe. “I don’t want to die not knowing what it would be like to have you love me.” She slid the soft thin cotton fabric from her shoulders and let the robe drop to the floor. She stood before him naked, completely exposed. No scar left hidden, nothing to hide behind, to cling to for safety. This was her, raw, vulnerable, honest. “Just for one night, Keadon. Just give me one night; please?”
     
    He looked her over from head to toe and back before walking toward her slowly as if forcing his feet to move toward her. His expression was blank, not giving way to any of his secret thoughts. When he stood in front of her he kneeled down, lifted the burgundy wine fabric into his hands and stood before her. Softly, skillfully, he wrapped her robe around her shoulders, waited for her to put her arms inside and then he pulled it closed, tying the belt to seal it. Well, he had made his choice. He had told her what she hoped wasn’t true. He couldn’t love her, not like this. Suddenly she felt more naked now than she did when she stood before him without any covering.
     
    “No,” he said as he put his finger under her chin and pushed upward to make her eyes meet his. “Not like this. Not because you’re scared you won’t live. Not because you’re scared that I can’t protect you.”
     
    “I don’t doubt you, Keadon. It’s just I know Jason. I know what he’s capable of doing. In my heart I feel as if I know he killed my mom. I know he did it, no matter what the doctors said. He’s a man who does what he wants no matter the cost. I just don’t know if that kind of evil can be stopped.”
     
    “I will stop it,” he said to her. “And I won’t take you, not like this. When we come together it will be out of passion, out of love, not out of fear.”
     
    “I see.” He didn’t want her.
     
    “No, I don’t think you do. I plan to take all of you, Debbie.” He ran his thumb along her lower lip and his other hand clasped hold of her waist. “All of you,” his voice lowered and then he slipped his hand in her hair, pulled her head back and his mouth came down on hers. Hot hunger exploded within her the moment his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She kissed him back, rising on tiptoe and deepening the kiss as one hand fisted her hair and the other squeezed her waist tightly.
     
    She clutched the side of his arms and held on tightly as she pressed her body against his. He owned this kiss; taking what he wanted, giving her what she wanted. She wanted to feel this, feel him, and while she wanted more this moment alone was stoking the flames of the fire inside.
     
    When he pulled back she was breathless, panting as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip taking one last taste of her. He released his hand from her hair and brought the palm of his hand to her cheek. His thumb brushed along her soft skin as she looked up into his eyes.
     
    “You’re welcome to sleep in