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He jerks his head to my pack. “Nice kill.”

So, he was watching me.

I press my lips together, annoyance circling my insides that it took him so long to let me know he was here. But there is so much pain in his eyes, I can’t be mad at him.

“Why are you here, London?” he asks in a raspy voice.

The words in my head are heavy on my tongue. I never thought about what I would say to him when I actually found him. And now that I have found him, I just want to pass out.

“I came for you, Micah,” I breathe out before falling to my knees. I’m utterly exhausted, broken. I don’t even know if he wants me here. He’s certainly not acting like he does.

He walks over to me with slow, steady footsteps. He stands in front of me and nudges me. I rise my head to look at him as he bends down, pulling me up and wrapping his arms around me. I crumble into him.

“Tell me it’s okay to kiss you,” he whispers as he holds me.

I swallow, and apparently, that’s a yes to him, because he grabs my face and thrusts his tongue so hard inside my mouth, I feel it between my legs. The kiss is hard and deep and desperate, but soft at the same time. Despite feeling like a piece of shit for doing it, I could kiss Micah forever and would never get enough of it. His mouth feels so good. I forget how cold, tired, and miserable I am. I forget how kissing him is hurting someone I love. I’m just dizzy, intoxicated, and fuzzy all over. It’s how I felt when he first kissed me on the rock—when I thought he was someone else—and I haven’t felt it since.

“How did you find me?” I ask him.

He snickers, keeping his hand gripped on my ass. “I think the whole island heard you scream. And… well.” He nods to the right, and I see his shelter outline fifty feet away.

For fuck’s sakes, I was so close. He grabs my pack for me and pulls out ahead of me, leading me over the slippery rocks of the creek bed, keeping a tight hold on my hand.

“You could have said something,” I bite out at him, keeping my hand firmly gripped on his.

He angles his head and gazes back at me. “I had to make sure you were alone. I didn’t want to startle you and get hit by a rock again.”

He didn’t trust me…

“How’s Thomas?” I ask as we pass Jade and Thomas’s shelter. No movement at all from the inside, and I don’t see them anywhere.

“He’s okay. I wrapped his hand, and he’s resting,” he mutters, “just like you’re going to do. You look like shit, London.”

Yeah, I feel like shit.

We walk to the front of the shelter, where he has a little fire going, as if waiting for me. It’s calm, quiet, and just the two of us, and he has an ample amount of blankets. It’s perfect, and the warm bed I’ve been dreaming of the past three hours beckons me.

He stops directly behind me, his dominating presence heating my back. I can’t help it; I turn and press myself into him. He responds by lifting me up by the waist, and I wrap both legs around him and shove my lips to his.

He flexes his jaw and smiles, mumbling over my lips, “This is the opposite of resting, London.”

“Micah—” He draws my lower lip between his teeth, his hands gripping the meaty part of my ass. I pull on his neck, resting my cheek on his. “I still love him. I need you to know that.”

He pauses for a second and blinks, pulling back for a moment to look at me. “I know. I love him, too, London.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I grab his chin, sliding my lips back onto his, leaning up and biting his lower lip. I’m sick of holding back with him, so I don’t. I explore his mouth, nibbling on him. He lets me take the lead, resting his hands on my hips as my legs drop, and I focus on my kiss, exploring his tongue, his lips, his teeth, every part of his beautiful mouth. After a moment, I pull back, my eyes wide and willing.

Before he can do anything, I push him and his foot slips. All six-foot-two of him topples back so hard, I hear branches snap beneath him.

He simply arches a brow. His pupils flare as he watches me get on my knees and pull at his drawstring. My fingers find his cock already throbbing, so I slide my hand down and pull it out, and a gleam hits my eyes.

“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper. “And apologize for throwing that rock at you.”

I really want to pleasure him with my mouth.

He spent the first night we were together making sure every inch of my body was taken care of, but now it’s about him. He needs to know he’s not alone.