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students her father had set her up with had been this interesting. “You’re definitely not normal.”
    “No, Miss Wales, neither are you.”
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    Cade should stop the flirting and teasing now. He’d never hurt her. That was a given, but Andie was a small town girl, a woman who still lived with her parents, and a librarian who dreamed about the distant past.
    First things first, he’d kiss her, kiss her good and hot, and then ask questions.
    Redheads could never hide arousal, and from the flush on her face, she was good and ready. Level ten spicy wings and cold beer always worked. Who needed caviar and champagne?
    Except he’d never needed anything when he was a football star. Now, in this dingy apartment over a noisy bar, with the hottest girl in the library on an extra-large beanbag, he’d better up his game and take things slow.
    “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She tilted her face and wiggled her butt over his already full blown erection.
    He stroked the soft smooth skin of her cheek and played with her silky hair. Her eyes were darkened in the dim light, and he wanted to savor the moment. She was different from the party women he’d known, the ones with perfectly sculpted faces and glued on eyelashes. The ones he never bothered to kiss, but went straight for the play action down below.
    “I’m a little out of practice,” he mumbled, licking his lips.
    “Really? You must be an escaped convict. Shaved head, obviously temporary living arrangements, just like David in the wilderness of Judah, living in caves and holes with his band of outlaws.”
    “Escaped, but not a convict.” He stroked the pulse point below her jaw. “Which one of David’s wives are you playing right now?”
    “Obviously Ahinoam, the Jezreelitess, the one who clung to him in the harsh deserts when he left his precious Michal behind.”
    It was a good thing he’d gone back to the antiques section while she worked, to review the life of King David, especially the stories of his many wives.
    The woman sitting in his lap was certifiable, but cute, and hot too. Her soft, fleshy body was everything he’d imagined, lush breasts, full hips, and that flowing flame of red hair that would cover his face when she climbed on top.
    “Okay, Miss Ahinoam, time to get your miles of robes off. I don’t know about you, but my landlord keeps this place boiling. I swear I’m over the kitchen sometimes.”
    Her hands immediately slipped under his sweater and ran over the contours of his abdominals, then up his chest, pressing and exploring. Deftly she slipped his sweater off while he unbuttoned her blouse.
    The gasp and widened eyes as she took in his chest and abdominals never failed to make him proud. Yes, he worked hard for this body and earned every dollar he made playing football with the long hours he trained.
    Meanwhile, the swell of her breast and the deep cleavage between them made him harder than he thought possible. “Andie, you’re a goddess.”
    “And you’re no ordinary escape artist.” She trailed her finger over the Flash tattoo branding his chest. “Is this a band name or a gang?”
    “Band name.” His voice was rough and scratchy as he held her hand still. “Careful. I haven’t had a woman’s touch for weeks, and I’m liable to explode.”
    “Well, in that case, bombs away.” Andie giggled and laid her lips over his bare skin, kissing his neck and running her fingernails lightly over his chest and sides.
    A loud whoosh of air exhaled from his lungs, and a spike of ecstasy ripped his restraint to shreds. With a mighty heft, he lifted Andie over his shoulder and stood.
    Forget nice and slow. She wanted a renegade king, she got one.

Chapter 8
    Andie was thrown onto a mattress and covered before she could take another breath. Sparks exploded inside her, and heat bloomed over her shoulders and singed every pore of her skin.
    Cade’s lips descended on hers, sealing their mouths together. Wet, demanding, and strong, his