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excitement making her erogenous zones do a Snoopy dance. She’d been looking for someone to use. And this guy had to be the perfect candidate. He was surly, intense, gorgeous and the complete antithesis of what she was looking for in a life partner. And he clearly wanted to use her as much as she wanted to use him.
    What was she waiting for?
    Reaching up, she looped tentative arms round his neck, stretched up onto tiptoe and tried to look as if she knew what she was doing. Seduction was virgin territory for her; she’d always let the guy set the pace before, usually after several tame dates and lots of hand-holding. Which had probably been her first mistake.
    Time to seize control of your sex life, Madeleine Westmore.
    Then she pressed against the rigid erection, felt the leap of response. And power surged through her.
    She’d never been wanton before. Never been remotely reckless. But she could see now what she’d always needed was one wild, wanton, reckless fling to shock her out of her complacency.
    ‘Exactly?’ She arched a coquettish eyebrow, loving the way his sensual lips curved into a seductive grin. ‘I’m flattered, big boy. And hoping like hell you’ve got a condom large enough for that thing,’ she murmured, shocking herself.
    He threw back his head and laughed.
    Running large callused palms up her sides under the sweatshirt, he sobered. ‘Maddy Westmore, I think you may be my ideal woman,’ he murmured.
    The little clutch at the meaningless endearment barely registered on the Richter Scale of excitement coursing through her body.
    She gasped as he leant down to nuzzle her neck. His stubble
    abraided sensitive skin as hot lips fastened on the pulse point and his thumbs brushed swollen nipples. He devoured her lips with a hungry, seeking kiss, then pulled back and swung her up in his arms. ‘Come on. Condoms are in my bedroom. Let’s go try one on for size.’
    He strode forward, one step, then staggered and listed to one side. She leapt down before he could drop her.
    He swore viciously, bending over to grab his leg.
    ‘I’m sorry; did I hurt you?’ she asked, mortified. How could she have forgotten about his bum leg?
    His cheeks flushed a dull red as he looked away, rubbing his thigh. ‘No.’ He bit the word out.
    Glimpsing the Rottweiler again, Maddy cradled his cheek, steered his face back to her. ‘Good.’ His jaw tensed beneath her fingers. ‘So you’re still ready for a fitting?’
    He straightened and gave a brittle half-laugh. ‘Why the hell would you want to bed a cripple?’ The tone was bitter, angry, but she could hear the unhappiness beneath.
    ‘Because it’s not your leg I’m worried about.’
    His eyes narrowed but the tension gradually disappeared from his face. He huffed out another laugh, the hollowness gone. ‘Good point.’
    He took her hand, lifted her fingers to his lips and brushed a kiss across the knuckles. The gesture was so sweet and so unexpected, she felt herself flush.
    ‘I don’t want to disappoint you,’ he said, his eyes shadowed by something she couldn’t read.
    She had no idea what he meant, but he sounded as if he was getting all serious on her … And it was the last thing she wanted.
    This wasn’t serious. It was her first and last wild, reckless, wanton fling. She didn’t want to know him and he didn’t have to know her. Serious was for Miss Fixit. Who was dead and buried.
    ‘As long as you can hobble to the bedroom—’ she grasped his hand in both of hers, tugged him towards the kitchen door ‘—believe me, you won’t.’ If he didn’t hurry up, something dumb—like common sense—was going to get in the way of her Snoopy dance.
    ‘Hobble?’ His eyebrows lifted as he followed, the limp not nearly as prominent as the bulge in his denims. ‘That’s not very flattering,’ he said, sounding more playful than insulted.
    ‘If you want flattering,’ she murmured, fluttering her eyelashes for all she was worth and hoping like mad she