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could he?
    Cage was breathing deep now and he closed his eyes and dropped his head back down into her neck.
    “You’re killing me, honey.”
    “Um..pardon?”
    Pulling back he looked into her eyes. “I can smell how much you want me, Sophie. It’s making it hard to control myself. Let me kiss you at least, something to appease the beast so to speak.”
    Sophie managed to nod, because she could see he was aroused. She could also feel it against her leg, pulsing through his jeans, and it didn’t help but make her pussy grow damp thinking about it.
    A low growl tore through Cage as his lips came down on hers. She opened her mouth to the onslaught of his kiss. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming it with a toe curling suction.
    Sophie couldn’t recall ever having been kissed like this. Cage took complete control, his mouth raking over hers. Lips teasing, tongues thrusting together, she could barely keep up.
    It was the best kiss she’d ever had.
    Giving an aggravated groan, Cage pulled back giving her one final peck before dropping his forehead to hers. Both of their panting breaths mingling together.
    “Well, that was…” she trailed off.
    “Yes, it was,” he agreed. “My Sophie, where have you been my whole life,” he breathed.
    “England,” she responded with a smile.
    He smiled back, caught off guard by her snarky response. Then he laughed out loud, letting his head fall back as he chuckled. Sophie like him laughing, even more than him smiling.
    Before driving to his home, Cage had slid a pair of sunglasses on her when they got into the car to shade her eyes from the light. It was very thoughtful of him. The doctor had given her medicine for the pain. Cage had her take some for the ride home, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. So she was blessedly numb for the trip, watching the trees whip by the window made her dizzy, so she turned her head and stared at Cage instead.
    Reaching over the console, he’d taken her hand once she was buckled in and he hadn’t let go the entire ride. At times he would just hold her hand, others his fingers would lace through hers, stroking her skin. It was highly arousing as far as hand-holding sessions went.
    Occasionally, Cage would breathe deep and a low grumble would roll through his chest. He’d give her a look that told her he knew just how arousing she found his hand play.
    All she could manage was a drugged blush and an occasional giggle. She usually didn’t giggle, she was blaming that on the drugs.
    The truck turned onto a dirt road that led through the woods. After about ten minutes, they pulled into a clearing that had a huge two story log cabin with a wraparound porch.
    “That’s mom and dad’s,” Cage explained, turning left past the house and driving further down the road. The next house they came to was a smaller version of the first house. Single story with a wraparound porch, it was made of logs and looked cozy despite being a large house.
    “This one’s mine, Conner and Wyatt have their own houses on the other side of mom and dad’s. I picked this side because it was closer to the lake. I like to fish,” he said with a grin. Turning off the truck, he hopped out and came around to her side. Helping her out of the truck he leaned down to pick her up.
    She tried to protest, but was too tired and medicated to put up much of a fight. He carried her to the front door and opened it with one hand. Apparently he wasn’t concerned with break-ins out here.
    Inside was exactly what a log cabin in the woods should look like. Hand hewn furniture, again out of logs sturdy and masculine. Dark brown fabric couches and green pillows thrown haphazardly on them. A giant television above a carved wood fireplace. Clearly a man lived here, but it looked like his mother might have had a hand in the decorating. Walking down a hallway, Cage pointed out a set of double doors. “That’s my room if you need anything.”
    He walked further