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she watched Trent go down on his knees in front of her. He was so tall anyway, he was eye level with her boobs. He doused his hands with alcohol and caught her gaze for a moment before his warm hands lifted her injured leg to inspect the damage to it. Goose bumps raised on her skin as it welcomed his touch. Whoa! Raw sexuality radiated off him in such intimate proximity. When his fingers moved up her leg, unexpected tingles shot straight between her thighs. Her leg jerked.  
    “Am I hurting you?” he asked, voice scratchy. He didn’t look at her, but he swallowed perceptibly.
    “No. Just ticklish.” Her breathing turned ragged. The wetness between her legs was more than residual moisture from the shower. She had an urge to spread them wider and draw his dark head between them. Oh, my God, I’m a slut.
    “Some of these are nasty cuts, but at least they’re small and not jagged,” he continued, tearing open some butterfly bandages to apply to said wounds, unaware of the turmoil he was causing.
    “That’s what happens when you land on gravel,” she croaked. The pulsing in her mound seemed to have replaced the stinging pain from her injuries.
    When he was done with her leg, he stood up and fixed both hands on either side of her thighs, leaning in to study her head wound. “Looks like a sizable bump. Are you sure you didn’t black out?”
    “Positive.”
    “I hate that you got hurt,” he whispered. His eyes finally met hers, scorching her with their intensity.  
    “Me too.”  
    Mere inches separated their faces and the distance was getting smaller.
    “Cassandra,” Trent said hoarsely. “I ... I’m sorry.”
    Before she could figure out what he was apologizing for, his mouth came crashing down on hers. She opened beneath him and his tongue plunged hungrily inside. His arms came around her and almost lifted her off the counter. Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck as her bareness felt the bulge pushing against his uniform. Oh, he is huge ! A hand cupped her bare ass and she heard him groan as he deepened the kiss. She rubbed herself shamelessly on his hardness, feeling his shaft hit her clit over and over as they continued to explore each other with their mouths and tongue. His calloused palm moved from her butt cheek down her leg, over her thigh, and inched upward tentatively. Yes, touch me there please!
    Trent tore away from her lips to nip vicious kisses up her jaw. “If I touch your pussy and find you wet, I won’t be able to stop.” Sensing the hesitation in her, he set her back on the counter and rested his forehead against hers. “Ah, Cassandra, what am I going to do with you?”
    “Um, kiss me again?”
    He grinned crookedly. “Not a good idea given your state of undress. I’ll be likely to fuck you right here on the counter.” Trent raised his head, his expression turning rueful. “I should have had more self-control.”
    “Seriously?” That certainly killed the mood. “You’re a bag of mixed signals, Sheriff.”  
    She pushed away from him and he took a step back.
    Cassie hopped off the counter and picked up her clothes, glaring at Trent. “What are you afraid of? You think just one kiss from you and I’m going to turn into a stage-5 clinger?”
    “Of course not,” Trent snapped. “You’re under my care, and here I am mauling you.”
    “Do you hear me complaining?” Cassie retorted.  
    “It’s not very professional.”
    “Don’t be a hypocrite. You left professional back on the road where you found me, and you know it.”
    Trent stared at his shoes, a muscle ticking his jaw, seemingly contemplating the events earlier. “I can’t seem to stay away from you,” he said finally.
    “Well, bringing me to your apartment certainly wasn’t a bright idea then.”
    “I just—” Trent broke off, as if trying to find the right words. Did he think he was going to break her heart? God, the ego of beautiful men. “I just need some time.”
    This confused her. “What? Need