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ago—the tight jeans with no underwear and the silky camisole with no bra underneath. She hadn’t bothered with the cardigan, and Steve could see the imprint of her pebbled nipples against the shiny material of her top.
    Any decent intentions that might have surfaced disintegrated at the sight of her. His cock—which had been hard since he’d been left unsatisfied at the party—strained against his jeans, protesting the confinement and the lack of female attention. He had to have Pam, had to leave an impression on her she wouldn’t forget.
    Steve crossed the threshold, possessed by the need to kiss her, to taste her like he had back in Corey’s room and find out if the mind-blowing effect of that had been a fluke. He framed her face with his hands, ready to take her mouth like it had never been taken before.
    The way Pam’s eyes widened stopped Steve in his tracks. Confusion swirled in her grey-green irises, maybe even a touch of fear. Damn, he was scaring her. Forcing his touch to gentle, Steve rubbed his thumb over her cheek in a soothing motion and showed her a faint smile. “Sorry, I’m a little wound up.”
    She returned his smile. “I see that. I was going to offer you boys some wine before we…” her glance took in both him and Rob, “…you know.”
    “Wine sounds great,” Rob said.
    “Yeah,” Steve agreed, his thumb still stroking over Pam’s cheek. He studied the smattering of freckles that decorated her face. He liked them. They were cute. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
    She trembled beneath his touch—because of the way he stroked her face or the endearment, Steve wasn’t sure.
    “The truth is, I want to say to hell with the wine and kiss you instead, Waller.”
    Steve’s heart thumped a wild rhythm. Had he ever really found her tendency to be brutally honest off-putting? It was a massive turn on. “What’s stopping you, Spencer?”
    Pam reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, pulling him down to her lips. He parted his, showing his willingness but letting her control the direction and speed of the kiss. She traced his lips with her tongue and then dipped it inside his mouth. She sighed, drawing an answering sound from Steve. He moved his hands downward to cup her ass. He drew her body to his, letting her feel the persistent desire that hadn’t waned all night.
    She rubbed herself against him, telegraphing her own needs with a boldness that drove Steve to the edge of his control. He was going to lose it and take over the kiss if she didn’t stop—
    Something nudged him in the leg, making him pull back with a start. “What the hell was that?”
    Pam blinked, her gaze cloudy with passion. Then she glanced down and giggled, a throaty, sexy giggle that Steve felt all the way to his toes. “Oh, that’s just my pussy.”
    Steve cocked a brow at her response. He followed the direction of Pam’s gaze and saw a tabby cat staring up at them both with curious, unblinking eyes. “Very funny.”
    “I have reserves of funny you don’t know about yet.”
    “I don’t doubt it.” One thing that had been consistent about Pam since he’d known her was that even when she was ragging on him, she managed to make him laugh.
    “I’ll just put her in the laundry.” She gave him a seductive smile. “Be right back.”
    When she was gone, Steve let out a long slow breath and ran his hands over his face. The woman had him tied up in so many knots he couldn’t think straight.
    “Hey, Steve.”
    Steve turned toward Rob. The other man was leaning on the wall inside the entryway, his arms crossed over his chest.
    “Yeah?”
    Rob gave him the oddest look, a mix of thoughtfulness and concern that made him seem so much older than twenty-three. “Should I be here?”
    “What do you mean?” Steve frowned. “Pam invited both of us.”
    “Yeah, but…the way you kiss her. The way she kisses you—”
    “How does she kiss me?” Steve interrupted, his heart skipping.
    Rob’s lips twitched