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stairs. Jake’s broad shoulder jolted her stomach as he took the stairs two at a time.
    He carried her straight into a bedroom and shut the door.
    She assumed it was his, but at that point, it could have been the housekeeper’s and she would have offered to change the sheets afterward.
    He dumped her on the bed and she bounced. “Now I feel like a sack of potatoes,” she teased.
    He grimaced. “Sorry.”
    She sat up in the middle of the big mattress. “What happened to your sister?”
    “Nothing.”
    “I heard the word bad .”
    “Eva thinks I’ll come to a bad end if I go around carrying beautiful women over my shoulder.”
    “Oh.”
    “Lise flew out early for her research trip,” he said with the air of a man admitting some deep, dark sin.
    Which surprised her, so it took a second for the import of his words to fully register.
    They were alone .
    The hallelujah chorus was going off in her head while her body continued melting from the inside out, her desire not in the least abated by her tummy-jolting ride up the stairs.
    “I didn’t lie to you. I thought she was going to be here,” he said, mistaking her silence for accusation.
    “I didn’t think you had.”
    “Oh.” He unbuttoned his flannel shirt, skimming it off and tossing it on a nearby chair. “Good.”
    Her sweater came off in one swift move over her head, leaving her in a pair of tight jeans and a black lace bra.
    His hands froze on the hem of his T-shirt and he said a word that made her ears burn. “Honey, you are one gorgeous woman.”
    For no reason she could understand, his comment made her feel self-conscious and she didn’t do anything about taking off her pants.
    He wasn’t so reticent. His black T-shirt went first, revealing a chest bronzed from working in the sun, with a light dusting of hair and rippling with muscle. Then he sat on the chair he’d tossed his shirt onto so he could take off his boots.
    She was digesting the fact that men could have sexy feet when his jeans went the way of the shirt and her heart stopped beating. His legs were covered with hair, so different from her waxed smoothness that she could just imagine how they were going to feel against her own.
    Him on top of her, their legs entwined.
    Suddenly, her jeans were too constricting, but she still couldn’t quite make herself take them off. So she kicked off her platforms instead and the tight denim of her jeans rubbed against highly sensitized flesh when she moved.
    Then her breath suspended in her throat as he pulled off the nondescript black boxers.
    Oh, wow.
    She felt like crossing herself. “You’re awfully big, aren’t you?”
    Or was it just her perspective? After all, she’d only ever seen a naked and erect penis in an erotic woman’s magazine a friend of hers had given her as a gag gift for her twenty-first birthday. Even the male strippers at the show she’d once been taken to had kept their G-strings on. She’d seen lots of male ass, but this was way different.
    His laugh sounded gargled.
    “It moves when you laugh. That’s cool.”
    “I thought virgins were supposed to be shy.”
    “I don’t like being average.”
    For some reason, that cracked him up again. He was still laughing when he pushed her back on the bed and his lips landed against hers.
    It was just like it had been outside, only more.
    His hot, excited body was covering hers and the hair on his chest tickled her nipples through the black lace.
    “I want you naked,” he said against her lips and then tasted her with his tongue.
    She didn’t get a chance to answer before he was undoing her pants and pushing them down her thighs, all the while wreaking erotic havoc with his mouth on hers. The pants were tight and her panties went with them. What should have made her feel vulnerable only succeeded in making her feel incredibly sexy. She’d never been naked with a man before, but she had the sneaking feeling that if she had had several lovers, being this way with Jake Barton