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without pouncing on him. Especially if he made a move toward her.
    “Oh.” Scott looked a bit disappointed. “Okay. Good night. Let me know if you need anything.”
    Argh! She needed something, all right. That was the problem.
    ***
    When Leslie disappeared into the small bedroom and closed the door, Scott entered the stateroom. He removed his jeans, turned out the light and slid naked into the queen-sized bed. Energy flowed through him. Sexual energy. The way she’d stared at him gave him insane ideas. No woman had looked at him with such hunger in ages. But she was evidently determined not to do anything about it. Which was the way it had to be.
    The condoms were still in the galley cabinet. He sat bolt upright. He had to get them before she found them by accident in the morning. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he clicked on the flashlight, then slid on his jeans and eased the door open.
    In the galley, he placed the flashlight on the counter. After pulling the brown bag out, he removed the two long strips of condoms and returned the bag.
    “Scott?” Leslie opened her door.
    “Dammit,” he muttered and, while she was still out of sight, hurriedly crammed the condoms into the front pockets of his jeans. Thank God his jeans weren’t tight or they’d never have fit. He pushed the ends of the strips in just before she rounded the corner and turned on the light.
    “It’s you. Whew!” Leslie’s hair was dry now and the curls tousled. He wanted to comb his fingers through them. “I thought someone had broken in.”
    She looked damn hot in his huge T-shirt, and the shorts were gone this time. What was she wearing underneath? Nothing? His cock stiffened instantly.
    Coming to his senses, he focused on her words. “No. No one broke in.” He was amazed he could speak at all.
    “Thank goodness. With those thieves on the loose I guess I’m a bit jumpy.” She pressed a hand to her chest, and his attention drifted over her breasts. Their natural shape told him she didn’t have on a bra. She was either cold or….
    Arousal lulled him, drugged him. His heart thumped and his cock grew harder by the second.
    “You really are a true hero, you know,” she said, coming toward him. “You saved my life today. Thank you.” She tugged at his arm, reached up and kissed his cheek.
    Desire burned through him. Before he could stop himself, he grasped her waist and pulled her close.
    She inhaled a sharp breath, but air refused to enter his own lungs. Lust suffocated him.
    With darkening eyes, she watched him, her face mere inches from his. Never in his memory had he craved a woman as badly as he craved her now. He searched her midnight blue eyes, memorized the slight part of her lips, breathed against them. She could go if she wanted.
    He stroked his thumbs across her chin and along her jaw line. Adorable freckles dotted her smooth ivory skin. Her lashes drifted downward, so sexy.
    He inhaled the seductive scent of her skin. Her hair—he wanted to sink his hands into it, and so he did. Soft, silky, red flames. Need poured through his veins.
    Her mouth was close to his and open and inviting. Their breaths mingled. He pressed a simple kiss to her lips, and she locked her lips onto his. A maddening bolt of arousal zinged through him.
    She twisted her hands into his hair and kissed him, opened her mouth, invited him in with tongue kisses that stole his reasoning. Pleasure tightened his cock and spiraled outward. He moaned and sank his tongue into her mouth again and again. He knew he shouldn’t, but could not stop.
    He cupped her tush in his hands and pulled her close. The T-shirt covered her, but that sweet little ass was bare beneath. He groaned, aching to lift the hem and stroke her skin. Her belly pressed firmly against his erection, creating waves of incredible sensations. But he wanted a hell of a lot more—her heat and wetness enveloping him, squeezing his cock.
    “Oh, my God! I can’t.” She jerked back away from him,