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from the worry, the pain, the uncertainty.
    “Georgie,” he gasped as he pulled back from her. “I can’t seem to resist you.” Resting his forehead on hers, he drew in a deep, cleansing breath. “But we should stop. I’ll walk you home.”
    I don’t want to go home! I don’t want to be in a house full of memories that remind me over and over that I’m never going to see my mother again! Don’t make me go back there. Please don’t. Telling herself that one night with him—one night of mindless, no-holds-barred, no-commitment sex with the most devastatingly sexy man she had ever met—was just what she needed, she reached up to release a button on his shirt.
    He went still on top of her. “Georgie?”
    Another button popped free.
    Exhaling a long deep breath, he reached for the hand at work on his shirt. “Are you sure?”
    She nodded.
    “But—”
    With a finger to his lips, she told him she was done talking.

Chapter 4
     
    Nathan studied her for an endless moment, during which she wondered if he was going to say no, and then he lowered his face to hers for a soft, gentle, mind-altering kiss. All the power he had shown her earlier was gone, replaced by sweet seduction that took their chemistry from simmer straight to boil.
    While he went slow, Georgie redoubled her efforts to get rid of his shirt, desperate to get her hands on the chest that had dominated her fantasies for weeks. With her lips still fused with his, she couldn’t decide what part of him to touch first.
    An opportunity like this was not to be rushed, nor should it compete with the sensations coursing through her from kisses that made her feel cherished as much as desired. That would be something to ponder tomorrow when this sure-to-be-incredible night was just a memory of a one-time lapse in judgment.
    With her hands cupping his pectorals, she urged him onto his back.
    Tearing his lips free, he resisted for a second. But the urgency he saw on her face must have swayed him because, with a great sigh of frustration, he did as she asked.
    “Take this off,” she said, tugging at his shirt.
    He sat halfway up and slid the shirt off his broad shoulders.
    She licked her lips with anticipation.
    His eyes narrowed as he watched her tongue move over her lips. “Georgie,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.
    Leaning forward to nuzzle the golden chest hair that had played such a big part in her fantasies, she said, “Hmm?”
    A tremble rippled through him, and a wave of desire shot straight to her core when she realized the effect she was having on him. The light shining into the room from the hallway made it possible for her to see the growing bulge in his pants. Forcing herself to focus on his chest when all she wanted was to get rid of his pants so she could see the rest of him, she grazed her tongue over his nipple.
    He sucked in a sharp deep breath and buried his hands in her hair. “Georgie, please. Come up here.”
    “In a minute.” Her inhibitions faded away in a red haze of desire that was all new to her. The overwhelming need made it easy to forget that she had only just met him, that she was having first-date sex, that tomorrow she would be back to reality and most likely horrified by her behavior. None of that mattered now.
    With her lips and fingers, she explored every ridge of hard muscle and each patch of soft hair while soaking in his masculine scent—a combination of soap, sporty deodorant, and spicy cologne. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she tugged on the button and unzipped him slowly, going for maximum effect. Where this temptress had come from, she couldn’t have said. All she knew was she loved the hissing sound he expelled when she ran her hand over his throbbing length—his impressive throbbing length.
    “Georgie, sweetheart, come on.” He sounded as if he were speaking through gritted teeth.
    Georgie was too busy freeing him from his clothes to venture a glance to see if that was the case. She