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I’m not a virgin.”
    Shane’s cock, suddenly less eager, thought, You just had to ask, didn’t you?
    Shane himself moved his hands in record speed from her ass to her shoulders and pushed her away, keeping her at arm’s length while he tried to redirect the blood flow from his crotch back to his brain. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
    “If I’m impure, they can’t sacrifice me.” Siobhan reached for him again, but he managed to keep her far enough away she couldn’t touch anything that might make him forget what he was doing. She gave him a confused look. “You want to fuck me.” She pointed to his dick, which was still mostly erect.
    “Siobhan, look, just because my cock likes getting touched doesn’t mean this is a good idea. Believe me, if I left all the decision-making up to him, I’d sit around jerking off all day and my motto would be She’s better than nothing .”
    Now she looked hurt, which hadn’t been his plan but gave him an opportunity to re-zip his pants. Awkwardly.
    “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.
    “You don’t want to?” Self-consciously she covered her chest.
    He paused, not wanting to stick his foot further into his mouth. How he’d managed to take a sure thing and crash it straight into the ground in a matter of seconds was something to marvel at. No other man in his right mind would say no to a smoking-hot redheaded virgin who was literally saying, Take me now .
    “You’re gorgeous.”
    “Great, so…” Her voice trailed off, and she gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I’m not sure how this is supposed to go. Should I have brought you chocolates or something?”
    “Siobhan, I’m really flattered you want to, you know, have me deflower you. But this is sort of a serious thing.”
    “Why?”
    “It’s supposed to be special.”
    “Was your first time special?”
    “My first time was in the back of a Cutlass and lasted about forty-seven seconds,” he confessed.
    “My first time will ensure my family can’t make me a virgin sacrifice next week.” She gave him a look that made him feel properly moronic for trying to be a gentleman. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t hurt you.” She tugged her dress over her head in a gesture so fluid he barely saw her move until she was standing in front of him in only her underwear.
    He’d tried to be a decent guy.
    Looked like they were going to do this her way.

Chapter Eight
    Once she’d stripped bare in Shane’s living room, Siobhan’s bravado faded as he stared at her like she was about to bite him. She’d been led to believe it would be easy to convince a man to have sex with her. Hadn’t Shane himself teasingly said all she had to do was ask nicely?
    She gave him a soft smile—her best impression of a sex kitten—and in a breathy whisper said, “Please?”
    He groaned. “Oh, goddammit.” He took a step closer, his hands hovering over her hips, and he met her gaze with a stern look. “Are you sure about this?”
    “Yes.”
    “I mean, super-duper sure?”
    “Shane?” She leaned close, her mouth near his throat where she breathed hotly against his skin.
    “Uh-huh?”
    “Could you please shut up and fuck me?”
    Apparently please was the magic word.
    He pulled her against him, his lips crushing hers as he fed on her mouth with a brutal, needy kiss. With his hands moving over her body, exploring her newly exposed skin, she wanted to touch more of him too. She yanked at the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his flushed skin until he was forced to break free of the kiss so the garment could be disposed of. Siobhan paused, marveling at his physique. He wasn’t a big man, unless she counted height, but he was all muscle, and his body was that of a fighter—lean and strong. On the left side of his torso, over his ribs, was a large black-and-gray tattoo depicting a woman with a sword, her eyes blindfolded, stabbing a dragon.
    Justice.
    Shane, apparently not wanting to let her get distracted, lifted