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    When I reach her stomach, she writhes beneath my touch and her hands tug at my hair. “Don’t stop,” she warns. I raise my eyes to look at her, but I have another destination in mind as I continue my downward tour to free her of those damn jeans.
    She lifts her hips so I am able to peel the tight fabric and expose her taut, smooth thighs. I stand up and hold her leg so I can pull the jeans from each ankle. My jeans are next to come off before I take my time kissing my way from her knee, to her thigh and just above the sensitive area covered by her lacy G-string.
    My boxers, her bra, and that sexy piece of material are the only thing that separates us, but I don’t care. Touching the small of her back while she is in my arms, the feel of her skin scorches against mine, and I want more.
    “I want you,” she whispers as she runs her fingers delicately over my hard abdomen and then beneath my boxers. “Now. These have to go.”
    “So does this,” I answer, running my fingers underneath her bra strap and kissing her shoulder. She swallows hard and nods against me in agreement as her body shivers slightly.  Slowly, she leans forward, resting on her elbows, and I work the snaps at her back, but stop and laugh. “Where in the helz the snap?”
    Her sudden laugh catches me off guard, but she grabs my hand.
    “Here,” she says placing it to the center of her chest. My hand is stilled while I feel the rapid rising and falling of her chest. I drag my hand up and lean in to kiss her again, a soft, unhurried kiss. I can feel her heart rate quicken beneath my hand and is palmed over her chest. “Take it off.” She sighs, dropping her head back in anticipation.
    I remove the silky piece of material , and she pulls my body flush against hers.
    “You feel so good,” I confess as my lips continue finding someplace new to touch.
    This woman is consuming every one of my senses, and I want more. My hands can’t touch her fast enough, and I want to taste every bit of her.
    “You’re so beautiful,” I admit while looking at her naked body. Through the fog of the shots and beer, I see curves and skin and hips arching against me, and I drink her in. Damn, she’s sexy.
    “So are you, t- ” she says before my lips collide into hers. Her soft moans send my body into overdrive as I give in to the night neither of us planned and both of us want.
    * * *
    “Trey,” Jett whisper-shouts between taps on my door.
    Instantly I look to the side of my bed and find it empty, and when I look at the bathroom, the door is open and the light is off.
    She’s gone.
    “Trey,” he yells a little louder. “Open the fuckin’ door.”
    My boxers are on the floor in the same place I left them last night. This morning? Earlier?
    “What time is it?” I demand as I finish pulling them on before I open the door. I rub my eyes as I wait for him to answer.
    “ Three,” he answers before looking back toward his room. “You got any condoms? You know, one that you didn’t let expire?”
    “Goodnight,” I grunt before I shut the door and lock it, to make sure that he won’t barge in.
    She left after I fell asleep, that much is clear. I never got her name. Hell, I never even got to see what she truly looked like between the dark apartment and dim bar lights. All I know is that I spent the night with someone who had my attention as soon as I saw her and now she’s gone. Just like that.
    The workday will come early, so I l ie back on my bed and roll onto my stomach to get the sleep I know I need. As soon as my head hits the pillow, her sweet, flowery perfume drifts up and brings hazy memories of the mystery woman to mind.
    Her legs.
    Her lips.
    Her body.
    Her voice.
    All of them lull me into a deep sleep, where she takes center stage in my dreams.

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    The buzzing I hear next to my bed rattles the loose change sitting on my nightstand. The noise might as well be coming from across the room because I have no luck silencing the damn