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lying to me. I was there, I saw you freak out holding that bedspread. You were shaking, begging, as if someone was tearing you limb from limb.” He stalked toward her. She flinched. And he was tempted, more than tempted, to drop the questions, but he had to know what was going on. How could he help make the situation better for her?
    As he got closer, her stance turn rigid, her jaw clenched, and her lips pursed. “I don’t know what to tell you.” She shrugged and looked down. “I freaked out a little, and that’s it. I don’t even remember most of it now.”
    Her arms unwound and lowered to her sides, hands curling into fists. She raised her face, one brow arched high. She was still defensive, and he needed to know why.
    “Why are you lying? Just tell me what’s wrong. Stop acting as if what I saw today was no big deal.” He softened his tone to a plea. Shifting closer to her, he lifted his arms, placing them on either side of her head, palms flat on the door, caging her in. “I want to help you. Let me.”
    Erica glanced up into eyes the color of dark chocolate and wondered what the hell else she could do. Trent was like a dog with a bone about her episode in Lisa Summers’s apartment. She had a feeling that no matter how much she tried to dismiss him, he wasn’t going to go for it. It was difficult enough for her. She still had to get her mind back in order, but all she kept hearing was the dead girl’s screams inside her head. Trying to get her nerves back under control was an exercise in restraint and aggravation. She needed some sort of distraction or she’d lose her mind. The grief inside the victim had been much stronger than anyone she’d ever come across.
    Anger and frustration bubbled over inside her. The pain Lisa had suffered made her lash out at Trent. “You want to help me?” A bitter laugh, brimming with her aggravation, escaped. “You can’t help me.” She ducked under his arms and started to dart away from him, toward the bed. “No one can help me. Nothing can help me. Just go.”
    Loud steps sounded behind her. She should have known that he wouldn’t leave. He grabbed her left upper arm. After a quick tug she found herself facing him, their bodies flush against each other. She tilted her head back to look into his eyes, and her breath caught at the tenderness she saw there. He cupped her face in his hands, the warmth of his palms suddenly spiking a flame in her veins. The indecision and concern in his eyes made her heartbeat double in her chest.
    “I can’t.”
    Her mind lost track of the conversation. She focused only on his lips, the sexy scar she wanted to kiss, and how much deeper his voice sounded. “Can’t what?”
    “I can’t just go.” He trailed a thumb over her cheek. The action not only held her in a trance but woke every pleasure cell inside her.
    His intent was clear. In a movement so fast she didn’t get a chance to blink, his lips were on hers. An instant fire burst in her veins and rushed through her body, pooling at her groin. Her hands crawled up his naked torso, tracing muscles, memorizing every delicious inch of hot flesh. She whimpered in the back of her throat and opened her lips to his invasion. Possession, domination, and desperation were all the things his expert tongue brought to the surface.
    The hands cupping her face moved down, trailing her bare arms, around her back, until he was groping her ass over her pajama shorts. He gripped her cheeks and ground his cock into her belly. The steel length of his shaft sent moisture straight to her pussy. Her hands raked his shoulders, up his neck, and fisted the short strands of his hair.
    Neither of them wanted to stop their fervent kiss for air. She would gladly die of oxygen deprivation if it meant staying exactly as they were. The heat from their bodies mingled to create a cocoon of blazing need. Every swipe of his tongue in her mouth increased the burning inside her, making her blood boil and her pussy