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sweetheart, you have lost your fucking mind.”
    Lyla looked away, her cheeks warm, her panties damp.
    “Lyla, look at me, sweetheart. I’ve seen the men you take home,” he went on. “You have the F-and-R pattern down to a science.”
    Lyla jerked her eyes back to stare him down. “F and R?”
    Ignoring her question, Gage continued his monologue. “I practically invented that routine, and I refuse to go there with you. You deserve everything good and sensual. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that no matter how much ‘fun’ you’re having, the sparkle never quite hits your eyes. You deserve a man who is going to worship you—body and soul. And I am going to be that man.” He paused a beat. “But it is not going to be tonight. It can’t be.”
    Her eyes didn’t leave his. “So, until we are both ready, that kiss is as far as we can go,” he explained. “Please drive, safely . . . and I will see you when I see you.” He leaned into the car, gave her a slow kiss on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth and gently caressing her tongue with his. And then he was gone.
    When she opened her eyes he—Gage—was nowhere. Was he ever here? Lyla’s lips tingled, and she could still smell a trace of his cologne, feel his hands on her cheek. She could taste man and…salt? She looked into her rearview mirror, and she saw what she feared: a stream of tears had trailed down her cheeks and onto her lips.
    Exhaling, she wiped away the tears. “Worship my soul?” she spoke aloud. “Bullshit. My body on the other hand…that I can handle.” She wiped her face again and headed for home.
    Alone.
     

 

    A Details Kind of Girl
    “Obviously, you know where everything—” Janie couldn’t finish her sentence before being pulled into the hard wall that was Max’s body. He slanted his head and pressed his lips to hers while he ran his hands through her hair. Soft, like silk , he thought to himself. The kiss started off soft, but quickly gained speed and intensity. There was no room, no house, no world—just Max and Janie needing each other like oxygen.
    His hands cupped her face, and he breathed in deeply. She smelled of mint gum, Cosmos, and just…Janie. It was a scent he could never quite figure out, but whenever she was around so was that scent, and he loved it. Max bit her bottom lip, and just as quickly, sucked it lightly to remove any sting he may have caused. She didn’t seem to mind, moaning with appreciation. His cock was getting harder by the second.
    For the first time in her life, Janie knew what it meant to have her knees go weak. If not for the tall, strong, and clearly capable man standing in front of her, she would be a melted puddle on her living room floor. She heard a moan and immediately broke the kiss, turning away from Max when she realized that the sound had come from her. Her heart was pounding, and all she could hear was the blood flowing through her ears. If she could disappear, or maybe melt into that puddle now, she would be forever grateful. Never had she moaned like that…not for real! Of course, she had faked it—many, many times before—but isn’t that what a woman is supposed to do to make a guy feel better about his performance? She shivered as two thick, warm arms fold around her torso.
    Max didn’t try to turn her around. He knew she needed a second to pull herself together, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. All they did was kiss.
    “Babe, what’s going on in that sexy little head of yours?”
    Janie lifted her shoulder, silent for a second. In a husky breath she said, “I have never done that before.” As she slowly turned to face him, it wasn’t embarrassment he saw glowing in her eyes.
    Confused, Max said, “Kissed a man?”
    Janie threw her head back, a throaty laugh escaping the sexy mouth that had been making Max’s dick hard for months.
    “Max, that’s ridiculous,” she said through giggles. “My God, I have been having sex since I was