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“Listen…there are some things you don’t know about me…”
    She looks into my eyes and I’m caught. “An STD?” she says boldly.
    I wince. “No.”
    “A felony? A girlfriend? A baby?”
    I can’t help but laugh. In light of her guesses, maybe my secret’s not such a big deal. “No. Nothing like that.”
    She grabs both of my hands and pulls me to her and every shred of resolve melts away. “Then I don’t care.”

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four (Jenna)
     
    Ty’s arousal grows against my thigh as he presses me into the door, his lips soft and insistent as they explore mine. I shift and hear a soft moan as I grind against him. That tiny sound reverberates inside of me and makes me want him more every second. The hunger in his kiss is as palpable as the strength in his arms as he pulls me closer to him, his tongue parting my lips, his movements powerful and intense and it feels like I’m the only girl he’s ever kissed like this. I haven’t been with a guy all year and maybe it’s finally time for the drought to be over. I can trust Ty, something down deep tells me that’s true.
    “Wait,” I say breathlessly, turning my key in the lock. I say a prayer and practically shout when I swing the door open and see that they’re answered. Courtney’s out. We’re alone.
    Ty hesitates in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling up the entire space. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, glancing around the empty apartment.
    I need to find a way back to the place we were just a few seconds ago. “I’ve never been so sure of anything,” I say, pulling him inside and kicking the door closed behind him.
    Ty shakes his head with a grin on his face, but he follows me into the room. We haven’t taken more than five steps when I feel his arm around my waist pulling me close to him, his lips on the back of my neck in a way that sends a jolt of electricity up my spine. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, working his way down my neck until I spin around to face him.
    Ty pulls away again, but the hesitation’s gone. He just looks at me silently, appreciatively, his eyes penetrating every nerve ending in my body. Without a word, he slides one finger under my camisole strap and eases it down over my shoulder, bending down to brush his lips over my bare skin, before gently pulling the other one down and running his thumbs over my collarbones.
    I step closer to him and tilt my head up until he bends down and his lips find mine again. I feel his hand around my back and in seconds, the zipper is undone and my camisole is in a pool of fabric at my feet. Stepping out of my top, I take his hand and lead him to my room, pull him inside and shut the door. Once inside, Ty doesn’t even glance around, just takes charge, easing me down onto the bed and trailing a finger from the base of my throat, down my stomach to the top of my pants. My breast fills his hand perfectly as he caresses it, bending down to pull the nipple into his mouth. My body is throbbing with his tongue on my skin and I can feel wetness spreading downward as he strokes my stomach with his free hand. Propping himself up on his arms, he kisses the space between my breasts, his tongue tasting my skin as he works his way down my body.
    I put my hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the rippling contours of his muscles. I want to see him, all of him, and Ty smiles as I lift his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. I try not to react, but he really is a perfect specimen. What I felt under there was nothing compared to the sculpted definition that’s the result of countless hours of workouts and batting practice. Aside from some fine, blond hairs on his arms, his skin is totally smooth, marked only by a few tattoos that wind their way around his muscular upper arms and shoulders. He’s not smiling anymore, just watching me watch him with those translucent green eyes. I reach for the button of his jeans, but he