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it’s worth, I really enjoyed being with you tonight.”
    She moved closer, placed her hands on his shoulders. Handsome man. “Me, too.”
    “One kiss,” he said, as he lowered his head, whispered, “And then I’m leaving.”
    The kiss was gentle, feather-light, a wish-filled dream of what might have been. Bree eased her arms around his neck, sighed against his lips. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s touch, so long since desire burned through her, greedy, wanting, desperate. The sigh shifted to a low moan as she pressed her body against his. If they could only share one kiss, let it be one they would remember for years to come. Bree dipped her tongue between his lips, tasted, sucked. Another moan, louder, more desperate. But this one hadn’t come from her. Adam! He moaned again and devoured her mouth, his hands sliding down her back to her waist to cup her butt. She squirmed, fitted herself against his hardness as need pulsed through her, shot from her head to her belly, lower still.
    “Bree.” Adam broke the kiss, dragged his lips along her jaw line, traced the sensitive spot behind her ear with his tongue. “One kiss is never going to be enough.”
    “Ten won’t be enough,” she murmured. The man could create such sensations in her body, like a musician tuning his instrument. Bree threw back her head and let waves of pleasure roll over her. Adam had tried to play the gentleman, tried to tell her she’d regret letting him into her hotel room, and maybe she would. But tonight she wanted him to stay, wanted to feel his touch, know he desired her as much as she desired him. Yes, maybe she should send him away, but she wasn’t going to…not tonight. “Make love to me,” she whispered.
    His mouth stilled and he pulled back so he could look at her face. “Bree?”
    “Make love to me,” she repeated, lifted a hand and stroked his cheek. “Please?”
    He caught her hand, stilled it. “Promise you won’t regret it.”
    “I promise.” I will absolutely not regret a moment of this night .
    His gaze clouded, filled with need as he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room toward the bed and a night of passion and pleasure.
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    B ree rolled over and stretched , flung her arms wide, and yawned. The girls would stampede in soon, pounce on the bed, and beg for breakfast. What would it be today? French toast? Waffles? Peanut butter and bananas? Whose turn was it to pick? Bree couldn’t think what with her right temple pounding like it was about to split open. She hadn’t had a headache like this since the night of the funeral when she downed three shots of Wild Turkey with her daddy and he had to drive her home.
    She’d never been much of a drinker… Visions of red wine and a handsome blond man flashed before her. Good Lord, and gracious, no! Bree jerked her eyes open and glanced at the right side of the king-size bed. Empty. Her gaze skittered to the pillow and the indentation, zeroed in on two strands of blond hair. Adam had spent the night! Here…in this bed…next to her. Good Lord, they’d had sex! But why couldn’t she remember any of it? Well, she did remember the scorcher kisses and the burn in his gaze like he wanted to devour her faster than a slice of pecan pie…and she absolutely remembered him carrying her to the bed…easing down beside her…
    Bree flung back the covers and gasped. Lordy, all she had on was a thin scrap of pink her mother said shouldn’t be classified as underwear. No top, just bare breasts. The sight of her nakedness and thoughts of the sex she couldn’t remember made her headache spread from her right temple to her left. This was so much worse than disastrous. She darted a gaze around the room, spotted what could be the rest of her clothes folded nice and neat on the sofa beside her purse. Her high heels had been lined up next to one another on the floor near the sofa. Where was Adam?
    What had she done?
    She’d had sex with an almost