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pants. God he wanted this woman in a way that being in public most definitely wouldn’t allow without getting them both arrested.
    “ Wahoo! Kiss that woman!” Some rowdy kids yelled from across the parking lot.
    “Get her a sandwich when you’re done.” Another one added. He pulled back and growled possessively, angrily. Bethany placed the palm of her hand on his cheek.
    “I’ve heard worse. Let it go. Don’t own their stupidity.”
    He still felt the need to defend her, much like she had defended him not once, but twice. “Bethany,” he lowered his eyes to the ground. Why didn’t she want him to stand up for her? Did she think he couldn’t do it? “I can take care of myself.”
    “Oh I’m sure,” she looped her arms around his neck which made her lean against his body more. “I don’t doubt it. But if you go over there while you’re angry you’ll end up breaking those kids. I’ll have to bail you out of jail, find a few million dollars and pay for you to have safety in some foreign country that won’t extradite you.”
    He laughed. “What?”
    “Well it got a laugh out of you didn’t it?” She shrugged. “The movie we’re about to shoot has that in it…woman saving her man by paying loads of money that she has to steal , beg and borrow, just to get him out of the country. I guess that’s kind of stuck on my mind right now. Besides, I don’t want you to do anything. Save it for when something happens that could really hurt me. Words might hurt, but only if you let them.”
    “Wow,” he looked at her realizing one of the things he hadn’t took note of before—this was a strong woman who knew her worth. Maybe that’s why he was drawn to her last night . She carried herself in a way that told him she would not be broken, in a way that told him she was strong and would survive whatever somebody tried to throw her way.
    “Now, forget about them and kiss me some more.” She went back in for the kiss that took his libido from sleeping on anger to raging with rekindled desire. He backed her up against her car. He heard the door lock initiate and he pulled back a little.
    “Forget it. It locks on its own but it won’t arm the alarm.” She pulled his head back down and started kissing him again.
    Did he want her to have this control? No. He wanted it. He wanted to own her pleasure. He removed his lips from hers, tangled his fingers in her soft tresses and pulled her head back.
    “Oh,” she moaned.
    He chuckled and his lips went in to ravish her neck, sucking, kissing, and licking as he worked his way down to her partially uncovered shoulder. He could hear her panting with desire. He could feel her hips thrusting forward toward him. He knew he was setting her on fire sexually and he liked that. Something about knowing that even he, as big as he was, could do this to her had him surging to life with pride.
    He used his foot to kick her legs as far apart as her skirt would allow. He slipped his leg as far between them as he could. What he really wanted to do was hike her skirt up and get to know that warm area better. Was she wet for him? Judging from the motion of her body, the breathless pants emanating from her, he would say yes. He had done this to her.
    Another soft needy moan escaped her as he worked his way back up her neck to her jaw line a nd then her mouth. He took another long, wanton taste of her mouth before putting a hair of distance between them. She moaned in protest. “If I keep going I will get you naked and both of us arrested,” his voice was so low he barely recognized it for himself. No woman had ever made him want to strip in public and risk losing his career because he got arrested for public indecency.
    She straightened up and ran her fingers through her hair to straighten the portions he had messed up. “Good point. With my job it would probably get plastered on every tabloid from here to London.”
    How could he ha ve forgotten about that risk? Maybe he forgot