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his eyes, absently tightening his fist. Plastic casing cracked and he looked down, saw the phone.
    Dimly, he remembered.
    He had to clear his throat twice. “Do you want to talk to Jensen?” he asked hoarsely.
    A faint smile curved her pretty mouth and she shook her head, taking a step toward him.
    Lifting the phone to his ear, he said, “She doesn’t want to talk, Jensen. Sorry.”
    Then he disconnected.
    “I…”
    Chris took another step toward him.
    Fuck .
    One of the vines curled around the curve of her breast, a rose blooming just beneath it. So fucking sexy. There was another, swirling down across her hip, a closed bud, refusing to bloom. There were fifteen flowers, mostly roses, but a few daisies. A flower for every year she’d lost her mother. There were other tattoos, and unlike most people, he knew the meaning of damn near every one. Like the weeping, winged skull that spread across her back … another for her mother, done just last year, when she’d finally let herself start to admit that Nichole Bell was probably gone, dead.
    And he knew there would be another, soon, some way for Chris to come to grips with what had been done.
    She crossed the wooden boards, the soft creak dragging him out of his stupor.
    “Chris…” Her name was a rasp on his lips, the most he could manage.
    She reached out and laid a hand on his chest. Her skin was scalding, it seemed. Scalding, ready to burn him.
    He didn’t care.
    “I lied, you know,” she murmured.
    “Lied about what?”
    “About not regretting it.” She scraped her nails down his chest. “Not because I wish we hadn’t … exactly.”
    “Chris?” Fuck, if she said she was sorry, it was going to end him. Plain and simple.
    She took a deep breath and the dirty, hungry bastard that he was, he couldn’t help but notice how her nipples were tight and hard and he wanted to bend his head, suck them into his mouth, bite them a little just to hear her gasp. Instead, he forced himself to stare at her face, listen as she spoke. “I regret it because it hurts sometimes, to remember. I lie awake at night and remember that weekend. We agreed we’d done something stupid. We decided we’d forget. But I can’t forget and now there’s another night to remember. Those nights just don’t feel like they’re enough. I don’t want to forget anymore.”
    * * *
    Guy’s arms caught her around the waist and she gasped as he whirled them both around. Her back crashed against the wood of the door and his weight pinned her to it. Then his mouth was a breath above hers. “I remember a weekend where you made me damn near lose my mind. I was still struggling to catch my breath when you started talking. You decided we should forget it. I just went along with what you wanted.”
    She stared at him.
    He slid a hand down her thigh and she shuddered.
    “No,” he said, still watching her. “I never forgot. And yes, I still lie awake at night, remembering. I was inside the past thirty minutes trying not to think about you wet and naked out here.”
    Then he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her. Wet. So wet.
    He could have her, right here, right now.
    And if morning came and she wanted to pretend it never happened? Then what? He didn’t know. It would kill a piece of him and he knew it. But he couldn’t think about that now. It was too fucking complicated when his dick, when his heart, hurt like this.
    “If you’re not ready to be stupid again, tell me to stop,” he said.
    Chris stared at him.
    Seconds ticked by.
    “Chris?”
    “I’m not saying a damn thing.”
    His mouth took hers at the same time his finger made a deep, thorough penetration of her body.
    She arched up against him, her fingers digging into his arms. The muscles of his biceps were rigid, tight.
    “Be sure, Chris,” he whispered.
    “You better hurry.”
    He laughed.
    A second later, her head was spinning as he boosted her up over his shoulder, one big hand curving over her hip to steady her. “No.