Prescott’s POV I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I felt her again the soft heat of her body trapped between mine and the counter, the way her breath had hitched when she realized how hard I was, the brief second when she had swayed toward me instead of away. She had stopped the kiss, but her body had already answered the question her mouth refused to.*We can’t.*The words still echoed in my head, sharp and frustrating. I had respected the line she drew I had stepped back. But the restraint had cost me, by the time the first light filtered through the curtains, I was restless, hard, and in a foul mood.I showered in cold water, trying to easy my hardon dressed, and went downstairs earlier than usual. The kitchen was empty part of me was relieved, another part was disappointed.I made coffee and leaned against the counter, the exact same spot where I had pressed against her only hours earlier. The memory
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