gave his hand a squeeze. “On that note, I think I’ll head home to get Waylay’s cereal and dish detergent ready.” He tightened his grip on my hand. “Can we have a minute?” he asked the nurse. “Sure. I’ll be right outside. I’ll take you to him as soon as you’re ready.” He waited until she stepped outside before drawing me in close. “Thank you, Naomi,” he whispered just before his lips met mine. Hot, hard, unyielding. His hand slid up to cup my jaw and neck, holding me in place as he kissed every thought out of my head, leaving me nothing but a riot of sensation. He pulled back, eyes fierce. Then
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