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her, when his lips melded with hers and his tongue took possession of her wits, Maddie felt as if she had finally come home.
    Kissing Gabe sent fireworks rocketing into space and darts of lust shooting through her loins. Kissing Connor touched the most private, most intimate of places—her very heart.
    Gabe. Shit, she’d have to tell him what she’d done. She couldn’t betray him like this—no matter what he’d whispered in her ear earlier. She headed for his room, but when she reached it, doubt stopped her short of opening the door.
    How could she tell him? How could she not? What would she say? She’d kissed Connor and her life had changed? Gabe would laugh at her, right before he kicked her out of his life for good.
    Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d smile triumphantly and reward her for taking his advice?
    She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t tell Gabe the truth. No matter what his reaction might be, she wasn’t prepared for it. The image of her Maddie sandwich was indelibly pasted on her eyelids, the taste of Connor was forever planted in her mouth and shivers from Gabe’s lovemaking were eternally racing down her spine. Thank God Gabe had gone to play pool. Right now she couldn’t be with anyone but herself, and her thoughts and her guilt and her desire. She couldn’t face her own uncertainty and desires, she definitely was not ready to show them to Gabe.
    Grabbing the handle with a certain measure of desperation, she flung the door open and slammed it shut behind her, sinking back against it for support. With her eyes shut, she rested her head against the solid oak and wished to God she knew what the hell had just happened to her life.
    Alone. Thank God. No Connor, No Gabe. No one to see her confusion. Just her.
    “Maddie.”
    Gabe’s simple acknowledgement nearly sent her into heart failure.
    She grabbed her chest. “God. Gabe. Jesus. You scared the hell out of me.” He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at the pub. Instead he lay sprawled out on the bed, looking for all the world like a demigod. He’d shed his clothes, and wore nothing but his underpants. Underpants that highlighted the heavy bulge beneath them. “I thought you were playing pool.”
    He gave her an indolent smile. “I changed my mind. After your kiss at the restaurant I decided not to play after all. At least not pool.”
    Her chest heaved. Moisture flooded between her legs. Holy crap. Confused, uncertain, shocked, guilty and horny to boot. One look at Gabe and she turned into a puddle of wanton need.
    He slipped off his undies.
    She licked her lips.
    His eyelids drooped sexily over his eyes. “Did you do it?”
    She gawked at him. God, he was asking? He actually wanted to know?
    “Did you do it, baby?” Gabe coaxed and Maddie began to shake. From guilt and from lust and from the simple task of watching Gabe. “Did you kiss Connor?”
    “I…” Could she do it? Could she tell him the truth? “I… Yes. I kissed him.”
    Gabe grew harder under her perplexed stare. “And?” His voice was a low growl.
    “And wh…what?” He wasn’t angry? He had honestly expected her to go through with it?
    “And are you?”
    Her heart hammered. “Am I what?”
    “You know what?”
    She hung her head. In shame? In embarrassment? “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    Sweet Lord, he was making her say it. Heat crept into her cheeks. “Yes, I’m wet.”
    He growled. “Wetter than you get when I kiss you?”
    She couldn’t answer that one directly. Wouldn’t. “I’m wet, Gabe. Very wet.”
    “C’mon here, baby,” he demanded. “Let me see.”
    With legs heavy as lead and with anticipation thrumming through her, she put one foot in front of the other.
    “Wait.”
    This was it. The anger was coming. The resentment. He’d stopped her. Now he would make her leave. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t stand to see the rejection in his eyes.
    “Take off your clothes.”
    Startled, she snuck a peak at him. Gabe’s eyes