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smell of teriyaki sauce reclaimed her focus. They had to talk before anything happened. “The food’s going to get cold.”
    They ate at the table, using every opportunity and excuse to touch each other. Her foot rubbed against his, while his fingers traced a lazy pattern on the back of her hand. Easy flirtation guided their conversation. Sam curled her fingers around his. Everything with Jason was comfortable and familiar, exciting and exhilarating. How could one man arouse all of those feelings? Did he feel it too?
    She pushed back her chair. “Let’s have some wine. There’s an old Tracy and Hepburn movie starting in a few minutes.”
    Cuddled on the couch in the darkened room, while the movie flickered on the screen, she composed her thoughts. She twisted toward Jason. He looked into her eyes, and her breath caught at his hungry expression.
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    “You’re so beautiful.” Jason held onto her hand with the intention of holding it indefinitely.
    Sam snuggled up to him, thigh to thigh. Too close, yet not close enough.
    Damn, she turned him inside out, upside down, tackled his heart, screwed with his head, and changed his future plans indefinitely. He needed to understand where they could take this relationship before making any long-term work commitments. The Football Channel wanted him to take over in the booth for Bob Johnson for the rest of the season. His dream job, but it would mean living in Los Angeles again and he wasn’t ready to give up Sam. Women like her didn’t walk into a man’s life every day.
    “With Kevin healing and out of our hair for a few more days, we need to talk about us,” she said.
    “Us? As in you and I making out on this couch last night?” He lifted her sweater up her torso. Sam shifted, helping him slip it over her head. He tossed it to the armchair. “That was the best part of yesterday. And I like us. I always have. I always will.”
    “I like us, too, but I’m scared.”
    Scared? Yeah, he was terrified, too. Once they went down this path, they’d never see each other the same way as before. He lifted her chin up to look at her face. After that first kiss, her presence in his life was as necessary to him as breathing. Banked desire in her eyes beckoned him closer. Nope. No going back. To hell with fear.
    A dot of teriyaki sauce remained on her cheek. The woman couldn’t eat a meal without wearing part of it, and damn if it didn’t make him want her all the more.
    “What are you scared of? Me licking leftovers off your face?” He kissed her cheek and sucked off the sauce, causing her to moan.
    “No,” she whispered. “I like that.” She pressed her lips together as though hiding them from him.
    “Afraid I might need to kiss you more thoroughly? No one can be afraid of kissing, that’s just wrong.” He moved his lips over hers and felt them relax and open. The taste of wine mixed with a shot of estrogen escalated his need for her from craving to desperation.
    She spoke into his mouth. “I definitely like the kissing.”
    “Are you afraid I may strip all your clothes off? You shouldn’t be. From what I saw of you on the treadmill, you’re perfect and should be naked in front of me always.” A red satin bra beckoned him toward her chest. His kisses trailed down her neck, and his hands shifted the bra aside, giving him free access to the most amazing breasts. Large and full. He could become lost in them and never want to leave.
    This, however, was Sam, and he slowed himself down from his frenzied exploration and savored her. A fine wine, a gourmet chocolate, a choice piece of Kobe beef. Soft strangled pleas fell to his ears as she brushed her hands through his hair and drove him crazy. Control. He wanted her, but needed to take this slow. She deserved a long, satisfying journey, even if it killed him.
    “Jason?” Her voice sounded breathy and sensual.
    “Yeah.”
    “You know I’m not a virgin.”
    “I know.” His hands wandered over the uncovered skin of