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he’d had enough of small talk. Just as she started with, “The secret is to use three flavorful cheeses and sear the bread first but then—“ he jerked her into his arms and silenced her with his lips, less interested in eating than in tasting that sassy mouth. His tongue explored the seam of her lips, eager to taste her sweetness when she gasped and stumbled, slipping from his grip and going straight to the floor in a heap with a dainty “Ohh!” that immediately sent color scurrying to her cheeks even as she stared up at him, wonder and suspicion in her stare to demand, “Why did you do that?”
    Her bald question made him laugh as he helped her up. “Because I wanted to,” he answered without any hint of apology because he wasn’t sorry. She tasted like summer rain and picnics spent at the lake — in other words, she tasted like a world he’d never had the privilege of knowing — and he wanted more. Her hand remained in his, a fact he didn’t miss, and he drew her close, daring her to pull away. She went without resistance and he knew she was as good as beneath him, crying out, shaking and moaning as he gave it to her as good as she’s ever had. A knowing smirk curved his lips as he made an indecent suggestion that he knew would shock the curls from her head.
    “Miss Jones, how about we go work up an appetite by fucking each other’s brains out?”
    Oh yeah…shock and…was that delight ? Hell yes. This girl kept him guessing. And he liked that.
    He liked it, a lot.
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    He’d kissed her and she’d gone straight to the floor like a dropped round of uncooked pizza dough. And then he’d just suggested they do what ? “Excuse me?” she managed, trying to sound dignified and maybe even a little insulted by his bold suggestion but the fact was, she felt all slippery in her downstairs region and she knew from reading enough romance novels that that meant she was really aroused. Sidenote, how pathetic was it that her only point of reference for anything sexual was what she’d managed to find between the pages of her sultry reading material? Ugh. “I’m sorry…I’m not that kind of girl,” she heard herself say even though she was practically raping him with her eyes. Shame on you, for not being able to grab onto your opportunity! Big talker. Pfffft . You ought to be giving that sexy man a tongue bath!
    “What kind of girl would that be?” he asked, pulling his shirt free from his body, teasing her with all of that hot, muscular manly goodness that she’d only ever seen on television. He grinned when her mouth dropped open a little. He began plucking at his jean buttons and she squeaked as she covered her mouth, too afraid of what might fall from her lips. “A girl who knows what she wants and goes after it?” he suggested, tugging the button free with a pop.
    “Oh!” Her cheeks flamed but her eyes were riveted to what was hidden behind that button-fly. “No, I mean, yes. I am a go-getter in certain circles but I’m not…well, like a loose woman…I mean, I can’t sleep with you — you’re a perfect stranger. I don’t even know your full name!”
    “Bronx Eugene Harris. What else do you need to know?”
    She stared, her brain stalling to the point that she nearly gave in but her pride — or maybe it wasn’t pride but that tiny sliver of sense that screamed she absolutely couldn’t sleep with a total stranger without losing whatever shred of morality she had left that had her asking, almost desperately, “What’s your favorite color?”
    “Blue.” He kicked his jeans off, revealing a bulge in his underwear that left no question as to what was going on behind those cotton Fruit of the Looms and her mind went blissfully blank. “Anything else?”
    “Um, yes, well, uh, um—“
    “You’re so cute when you stutter,” he said in a low, teasing tone as he began unbuttoning her blouse. “While you’re thinking of the next question, why don’t I help you with these