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felt it too. “Turnabout is fair play, right?”
    “I can tell you like the idea.” His jaw tightened. “You’re so damn wet.”
    When he moved inside her, she made a sound of pleasure.
    “You look so fucking sexy right now.”
    She felt sexy. “Mmm. How so?”
    He continued the slow, easy thrusts, even as he whispered, “Your eyes are darker, your face flushed.” He leaned closer, his mouth just barely touching hers. “You look just like you do when you come for me.”
    That should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. “I wonder how I’ll look when I have you tied down.”
    Expression arrested, Jett went still over her. “I don’t know if that scares me or turns me on even more.” He kissed her hard and fast and then grew serious again. “I’m working on a hair trigger here, so before I lose it, I want to make a suggestion.”
    Would he switch positions with her right now? “I’m listening.”
    “Let me make love to you, because God knows, we both need it.”
    She couldn’t agree more.
    “But stay afterward.”
    Her heart tripped. Oh God, so many times she’d thought about how nice it would be to cuddle with himafterward, to just be with him. She dampened her lips. “For…what?”
    “I like you, honey. I love having sex with you.”
    Natalie wasn’t sure what to make of that.
    “But sometimes I’d like to get out, too. Dinner, a show, whatever. Only I don’t want to go with anyone else.”
    Her breath caught. “You don’t?”
    He shook his head. “And I don’t want you with anyone else, either.”
    That wasn’t a problem. She didn’t date. Ever. “I don’t—”
    He didn’t let her finish. “Since we’re compatible, is it really such a big deal?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You could try trusting me a little.” He touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “Can you do that?”
    She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t about trust. But more than that, she wanted him. Right now.
    Could it really hurt to stay, to talk?
    Possibly. But at this particular moment, she just didn’t care.

CHAPTER THREE
    T HREADING HER FINGERS into Jett’s silky black hair to keep him close, Natalie sought his mouth with her own.
    With a ragged groan, he kissed her back, voracious and hungry and out of control.
    As his tongue stroked hers he flexed his hips, withdrawing, entering her again, over and over in a driving rhythm that she knew would quickly take her to a climax. She suspected her agreement accounted for his enthusiasm as much as his heightened state of arousal.
    She wrapped her legs around him again and wrung another groan from him. Each hard thrust rocked the bed and escalated the heat building inside her.
    And wow, the man knew how to kiss.
    He knew how to make love, too.
    Natalie gave up trying to think; with Jett inside her, loving her, it was pointless to do anything but feel.
    With one hand under her, he tilted up her hips so he could go even deeper, and with the other he cupped her breast, using his thumb to stroke her nipple. His mouth ate at hers, his tongue mimicking the movements of his body.
    She breathed in his rich scent, felt the strength in his big body—and a climax shuddered through her,stiffening her legs, making her pulse and throb with the unbearable pleasure of it.
    Just as her orgasm began to recede, Jett lifted his mouth away. He put his head back, fisted his hands in the sheet at each side of her and came with a deep groan of release.
    Watching him through dazed eyes, Natalie admired his broad shoulders, his solid chest, the way his jaw locked as he spent. A light sprinkling of dark hair covered his chest, trailed down his abdomen in a thin line then spread out again at his groin. His bones were large, his body unyielding.
    He had such striking good looks.
    But he was so much more than a gorgeous body and face.
    By small degrees, Jett lowered himself back down over her, balancing on his forearms to keep his weight off her. With his dark-eyed gaze now mellow and