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ass,” he replied to whatever his oldest brother replied and ended the call.

Slipping into his car, Axel started up the engine and backed out. Five minutes later, he was pulling up at her apartment building and coming around to her side to help her out. They hadn’t spoken a word since he’d gotten into the car, Kiera too nervous about being alone with Axel again. It was just like last weekend, but this time, Kiera knew she wouldn’t be able to gracefully and confidently walk away from him.

She was too nervous to look him in the eye so she focused only on placing her feet on the asphalt so she didn’t fall on her face in front of him. “I can take it from here,” she said and stepped out, smothering the grimace when she accidentally banged her leg on the side of his car because she was trying to move too quickly, needing to be away from him.

She was just reaching for her duffel bag when he plucked it out of her hand. In one swift movement, he lifted her into his arms one more time and kicked the car door closed with his foot then walked effortlessly towards the elevators,.

She breathed in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. “I can walk, you know.” And she ignored the other issues that were happening in her body because his arms were around her like this. It felt too wonderful, the memories of other times she’d snuggled in his arms, against his chest just like this racing through her mind.

Axel ignored her and pressed the call button.

“I’m not an invalid, Axel,” she said more assertively, wanting desperately to get down from his arms.

Again, he just ignored her.

“You might have congratulated me on winning the game. I helped score four points.”

Still, nothing.

When he was standing in front of her apartment door, not sure what to do, she smiled. “Now you’re going to have to put me down. My keys are in my purse, which is in my duffel back which is over your shoulder.

Axel contemplated her comment for a moment but in the end, he lowered her feet to the floor and handed her the bag.

Kiera smiled triumphantly and pulled her purse out of her bag, dug in and found her keys. She’d just unlocked her apartment door and was turned around to tell him goodbye when he picked her up in his arms once again and carried her through the doorway.

“Axel put me down!” she commanded, grabbing onto her purse and her bag so it didn’t scatter all over the floor.

He ignored her, carrying her through to her bathroom, looking around at her apartment. “You haven’t decorated your place,” he commented as he put her down on the bathroom counter. When she tried to slip off, he put a hand to her leg, holding her where he wanted her.

“I haven’t had a chance yet,” she replied, irritated that her body started shivering once again with his touch. She wished she could control her reaction whenever he was around but there wasn’t anything she could do to temper her trembling. When he was near, and especially when he was touching her, she was jelly. And trembling, googly-eyed jelly at that.

He went through her bathroom cabinets and Kiera blushed painfully when he discovered all of her feminine products under the bathroom sinks.

“If you tell me what you’re looking for, I can tell you where it is,” she told him, her face blushing painfully. She hated it when she blushed because her freckles stood out more, making her look ridiculous.

But the man simply closed that one and opened the next, not even blinking an eye at such an obviously personal item. When he found the washcloths, he pulled several out, laying them on the counter before he turned on the bathroom faucet, waiting for the warm water to flow. When it did, he picked up one of the washcloths and wet it before carefully cleaning the rest of her scrapes and scratches.

Kiera had thought that the cold water was difficult to endure, but she was finding she’d been very, very wrong. The warm water against her skin was almost sensuous. Paired with his strong, hot hand and she gasped, looking into his icy, blue eyes. He looked up at her at the same moment and she knew he was feeling it too.

“I’m fine,” she whispered, praying that he would just leave and she wouldn’t need to find the willpower to resist him. Because