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at her, Seth held his breath waiting for her response. It felt like forever before her finally lips parted to speak. “ I don’t know, Seth. This is just…weird, and you don’t want to deal with two teenagers,” she sighed.
    Seth’s brows lowered thoughtfully. “ It’s not weird. What do you have to lose, anyway? If after a while you decide it’s not working, then you can go. No questions asked.”
    “Can I think about it? I mean, it’s not just me, I have to discuss it with Sarah and Jack.” Seth watched as Monica bit her sumptuous bottom lip between her teeth, and his control snapped.
    Before she could react, Seth cupp ed her face and lowered his mouth to hers, pressing their lips together for a brief moment. Electric heat sizzled where they made contact, pulling a low growl from Seth’s throat. He wanted more. He needed more. He wanted to taste her, to drink from her passion. She melted into him, letting a soft gasp escape her lips as she clutched his t-shirt in her hands. It was slow, sensual…he didn’t rush. Seth wanted to savor every second of the connection, fighting the arousal that pumped through his veins.
    The urge to bury his hands in her hair to deepen the kiss rode him hard, and before he knew it, he was pulling the elastic band that was holding the captive locks free. The silken tendrils flowed over his hands in lush waves. The kiss intensified as he licked at the seam of her lips, needing more of her, but Monica jerked away suddenly, her eyes wide. The realization of what he had just done sank in, making him feel like the lowest life form on earth as he took a step back. She’d just been assaulted not more than an hour ago, and here he was coming onto her like a letch.
    “ God, Monica, I’m so sorry,” he started, not quite sure what else to say. He was an asshole.
    Her face was a mix of fear and curiosity, but the fear won out. “I, um…I think you should go now,” she whispered, her face flushed.
    Yeah, he’d definitely overstayed his welcome. There wasn’t a chance in hell she’d take him up on his offer now, so it was best to cut his losses. “Right. Look, if you need me, here’s my cell number,” he said, pressing his business card into her hand. “Anything at all, don’t hesitate to call.”
    Monica nodded, looking less than comfortable to be in his presence any longer. And why would she? What kind of a dick rescues a woman from a rapist, only to force intimacy on her himself? Running a hand over his head, Seth didn’t wait for a response. He left without a second thought. His brain was fucked, and he was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.
    * * * * *
    Two days later, Seth lay in bed with an arm draped over his eyes to block out the irritating rays of the sun streaming through his window. Thoughts of Monica had kept him up for most of the night. Well, that and the hard-on that refused to go away no matter how many times he rubbed one out. She was getting under his skin like no woman ever had before. With a sleepy groan, he rolled to his side and picked up his phone as he slid his legs over the edge of the bed. He needed food, sex and a shower, in no particular order.
    The sex option wasn’t happening any time soon, so he made his way to the kitchen, scratching his bare chest along the way. His boxers rode low on his hips, still tented at the front from his unruly cock. This was going to be a serious problem if he couldn’t get his shit under control by the time he was due at the station. But every time he remembered her scent, her taste, the response was immediate. He had hated leaving her in that dump of a building knowing the element that lived mere doors away. The thought of what would have happened to her if he hadn’t followed her made him sick. Now that he knew where she lived, finding her would be easier. Even if she didn’t accept his offer to move in, he could still protect her without her knowing. And then there was the issue of keeping her out of jail if