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tousled hair,
his slack mouth. That he seemed to be smiling even in sleep made her want to
smile too.
    And do very bad things to him. Yep, panties were definitely
unnecessary.
    She rolled over and smiled again as he mumbled something
unintelligible. But his arm tightened around her as if he were afraid she’d
disappear. Not yet. Not until she’d gotten what she came for, at least a
half-dozen times.
    How had he changed so much? She’d assumed in college he
didn’t have her needs, and she hadn’t wanted to taint their friendship. So
maybe it was her judgment that sucked, not Justin’s desire for missionary sex
right out of the gate. What had she expected? Chandeliers and floggers?
    Maybe a little. That taste of the forbidden she’d found with
Rob had always been so sweet until it had spoiled altogether.
    Back then, she hadn’t trusted herself not to try to mold
Justin into what she was looking for. Potentially hurting him had been out of
the question, so she’d slipped out of his life quickly and quietly.
    Until he’d walked back into hers and screwed up…everything.
At least in her head. Because seeing him, remembering what it had been like to
have a true friend, had given her an out. If not for Justin, she probably
would’ve gone right back to Rob’s until she figured out her next step. Where
else did she have to go?
    But Justin’s presence didn’t change that she had to go back
and deal with the wreckage of her life. She had bags to pack and decisions to
make. Rob might not be happy with them, but too bad. His concerns weren’t her
problem anymore.
    She linked her fingers with Justin’s, marveling at their
width. He had broad palms and sturdy fingers. The kind of hands a woman could
trust. Even the ridges of calluses seemed sexy somehow. And Lord, he knew how
to use his hands for maximum impact. Just the memory had her nipples straining
against the worn flannel of her top.
    Jeez, what was up with that? She’d always had a healthy sex
drive, but lately nothing had excited her except talking to Justin across the
bar. Those twinkling, deep blue eyes did things to her Rob’s whole body never
could. So much for the little crush she’d believed she had.
    Forget little. Even his body heat against her side—and those
long, muscled thighs nestled against her hip—made her wet. So wet that all her
aches and pains paled in comparison.
    She didn’t want to wake him. He needed his rest. But damn,
she’d have to go take care of herself in the shower if he didn’t open his eyes
soon. Biting her lip, she squeezed her thighs together and tried to think
chaste thoughts.
    “How’d you sleep?” he murmured against her cheek.
    Thank God.
    Rather than answer, she palmed his scruffy jaw and all but yanked
his mouth to hers. There was no buildup, just heat and passion and relief. She
felt the same emotions from him that burned in her. She could tell from the
tightness of his grip that he was happy she was there, as happy as she’d been
to wake and find him holding her safe.
    Rob didn’t hold her in sleep. He didn’t hold her very often
at all anymore. And right now none of that mattered.
    She parted her lips, and his tongue invaded her mouth,
staking a subtle claim in slow, persuasive licks. She wound her hands in his
hair and arched against him, sinking into his warmth, his touch. He pressed his
chest against hers as he rolled on top of her, gently, carefully, supporting
his weight on his forearms. That he still thought to protect her stoked her
fire even hotter.
    Kylie pulled his hair the way she’d discovered he liked last
night. When his hooded eyes settled on hers, she went for broke. “Fuck me,
Justin. Now.”
    She rejoiced at his low groan as he reached between their
bodies and rubbed her warm pussy, already moist and ready for action. He pushed
two fingers inside her, filling her while she writhed. The second he touched
her clit, she’d erupt like frigging Mount Vesuvius.
    “Condom. Nightstand,” he