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arousal making it easy for him to delve inside her.
    Her fingernails dug into his scalp and her eyes dilated as she whispered, “Oh God yes. Yes, Gabe.”
    His finger went deeper into her wet and willing depths. Her tongue met his again and he pulled the panties to one side, growling with frustration as he struggled to get them out of the way so that he could get another finger into her tight, pulsing inner folds. He withdrew, leaving her whimpering and thrusting her hips toward him. His fingers found the erect ridge of her clit and massaged it but it wasn’t enough.
    Not for either of them.
    He went to his knees. Her salty-sweet flavor filled his mouth, coated his tongue, and he let his fingers delve into her again as his tongue massaged her clit faster and faster, taking her to the brink of an orgasm. Her legs shook and he had to press her back into the wall to keep her from collapsing on top of his body as he knelt there in the junction of her thighs.
    He stood, his hands going to his zipper to release the heavy thickness of his cock. His hand caressed it, and more blood filled the already swollen and aching flesh. Her hands latched onto his shoulders as he lifted her by her waist. Her legs wrapped around him, the feel of her flesh against his making him crazy with desire.
    Her back hit the wall again as she lifted her hips, just enough, and the very tip of his engorged dick slid between her labia and into the soaked walls behind them. Her cry was low and throaty, filled with need. “Yes,” she whimpered, “Oh please, Gabe. Please make love to me.”
    He pushed upward, and she slid downward. Their bodies collided and the sensation was so intense, so fucking right, that he—
     
    Gabe jolted out of his daydream and head bowed, he took several heaving breaths to calm himself down. Finally, still half-dazed, he looked around guiltily, but he was still alone, albeit sporting an impressive boner.
    More guilt filled him, and he gave himself the same pep talk he’d given himself during the wedding reception, and while on the beach, and a million times over the years. Fantasizing about having sex with Brianne was definitely not the same as making love to Brianne but it was close. She was off-limits. His best friend’s girl.
    And it was his own fucking fault.
    His mind went back to the beach house on Coronado Island, the way she’d looked in those clever little denim shorts and the way they’d connected. There’d been an almost audible click in the air between them, and he had wanted her even then.
    But he hadn’t known a single thing about the things her mother had been babbling about.
    What if?
    What if he hadn’t shut his mouth? What if he had kept right on talking to her, blowing right past her mother’s obvious attempt to hook her up with Eric?
    He didn’t know. He couldn’t know, and that irked him. He’d never been cowardly, but he had been then. He’d been afraid she was too good for him.
    And the hell of it was he was still pretty sure she was too good for him.
    With a growl of frustration, Gabe showered, got dressed and headed out. He was in the parking lot headed toward his car when a sultry voice spoke close beside him.
    “Hello.”
    He turned to see a young woman smiling at him. The same woman who’d been watching him during the fight.
    Young, but not as young as he’d first thought. Probably only a couple of years younger than him.
    “Hey there.”
    She got a little closer. “I could tell from what I saw inside you like a good hard work out.” The words were suggestive and left no doubt that she was hitting on him. She leaned a little closer and added, “So do I. But I like down time, too. If you were hoping for a relaxing evening, maybe we can grab a drink?”
    Gabe paused a beat, registering that he felt no excitement, emotional or physical, at her offer, despite her obvious good looks and undeniably attractive body. He had no doubt she’d be aggressive in bed, and very good too. She’d be