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don’t say I didn’t try.”

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    R emy was pissed , but he wasn’t going to let her know it. They’d finished the meal, had a nice walk along the dock, and now they were in his truck again and on the way back to her place.
    Sex. All she wanted was sex. Hell, he should be completely down with that—and he was down with that, no doubt—but he was also feeling a bit jacked that she only wanted him to fuck her.
    Christina Girard was a lady. A beautiful, elegant lady in a flowery dress and pearls who wanted him to bare her body and make her forget about her dick of an ex.
    He knew all about her asshole husband now. He’d googled her just like she’d suggested. The tale was sordid, and she was most definitely the injured party.
    Christina was damaged by what her husband had done. He got that, and he got that it was too soon for her to think about something else. But for the first time that he could remember, he wanted to know a woman. It wasn’t love or anything like that, but it was more than just sex for him.
    He wanted it to be more, but she didn’t. And that pissed him off.
    He didn’t know why she’d picked him out of the guys who’d been at Buddy’s that night, but she had. He could either do what she wanted and hope it went further once she realized how good they could be together, or he could walk away.
    He was seriously considering the merits of both as they drove. Christina talked to him about her job because he’d asked, but a lot of it was white noise for him. He pulled the truck up in front of her place and put it into park. He did not shut off the engine, however.
    And he didn’t take his hands from the wheel.
    It was dark and her porch light was on. Manners dictated he walk her to her door, but he couldn’t quite make himself do it just yet. If he could just sit here and get his disappointment and anger under control, it would all be okay.
    She was silent and so was he. Then she unclipped her seat belt. It was louder than he expected it to be, and he turned his head to look at her. She was sitting there looking so sweet and pretty, her eyes big and innocent, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.
    “Do you want to come in?” Her voice was small, tentative, and he knew she was feeling the strain as much as he was.
    “I shouldn’t. But I’ll walk you to the door.”
    “All right.”
    He turned off the truck and got out. She got out of her side before he could go over and open the door. She met him on the sidewalk in front of the truck, and they walked up to her door slowly. They didn’t touch.
    And then they were there on her porch and she gazed up at him, those eyes tempting him all over again.
    He thought about giving her a peck on the cheek, telling her to call him when she was ready for something more, but she took the choice away from him.
    Before he knew what she was planning, she closed the distance between them, stood on tiptoe, and curled a hand around his neck. He bent to her automatically, though he hadn’t intended to.
    She kissed him. It wasn’t a sweet kiss, or a good-night kiss. It was a hot, wet kiss that had him yanking her against his body and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. One touch and his control evaporated like dew in the desert.
    Her arms wrapped around his neck and her body arched into his. Goddamn, it wasn’t supposed to go like this. He’d been planning to walk away, no matter what he’d said to her earlier about playing the game her way.
    But his dick was hard and his body felt electric in a way he couldn’t recall feeling before. He must have felt this way at least once in his life, but damn if he could remember when.
    He pushed her against the door, molded his body to hers. She responded, her hand slipping down his chest, his abdomen, over the bulge in his jeans.
    She moaned as she ran her hand over him, and he shuddered with the force of the need cresting inside. He was an animal, a hard male animal who wanted nothing more than to take this woman and