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of release whispered through his blood and was gone the moment the stroke was over.
    Pounding pressure swelled. He gripped the edge of the dresser as squeezing pain turned to gut gnawing blue balls. Hours more of Tiffany at arms’ length flashed in his mind. Again he saw her in his bed. Saw him between her thighs taking what he’d always dreamed off. Sweat dampening her hair. Color flushing her cheeks as he thrust in and out until she screamed out his name.
    Before he thought better of it, his jeans were pushed down a little. His hand was gripping his cock and pumping his length. Pressure exploded. Warm wetness coated his hand. A growl tore up his throat. The tang of sex covered the air. He hunched over his dresser for a breath, for balance.
    Hell.
    He’d just jacked off with her in the next room. He was losing it. Slowly she was unraveling all his senses. It’d be a miracle if he made it through the night. He hurried and cleaned up, fastened his jeans and for good measure, added a belt.
    This was why he had never touched or gotten closer than necessary. This was why he accepted he would never have her. She made him crazy.
    He walked back in the living room and found her stretched across the couch. She wore easy to remove green cotton shorts now instead of jeans. Her socks and shoes were gone. Her toe nails were still pink like yesterday at the river.
    He was afraid to know what else was in that bag she brought over. The popcorn bowl was in her lap. His coffee table dragged close. Her water was at her elbow. His tea was on the other end of the table. The end away from the recliner, forcing him to either move the drink or sit on the couch with her. Sit by her with her silky smooth legs near him.
    She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “There you are. Was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”
    He cleared his throat and looked up at the paused TV. The movie title was on screen. His gaze fell back on hers. “You rented Weekend At Bernies ?”

Chapter Four

    Tiffany squeezed her legs together to keep herself from striping off her shorts and undies. He was magnificent. Plainly put, magnificent. And he was still wearing jeans, but that had to be the tightest fitting shirt she’d ever seen him in. Even when on the river, he was usually patrolling and in a loose fitting tan shirt with a badge sewn over the breast. But this thin cotton molded to the muscles of his chest and shoulders...lord have mercy, she could nearly count the rows of abs stretched across his belly.
    His jeans were snug on his thighs with a slight loosening at his calves and then his bare feet. It should be a sin to have that body of his with his straight-laced attitude. But oh, if she could just peel back a little layer of his cool, confident control. Not even caring if he saw, she allowed her eyes to crawl back up, studying each delicious inch of him and trying to imagine all of that against her naked body.
    His corded neck and tight lips. Ah, that’s where she’d start. With his mouth, soothing his near frown first with her fingertips and then her lips before coaxing them apart with a swipe of her tongue.
    Strong cheekbones her palms would cup. And then his eyes. His eyes that were currently watching her.
    Weekend At Bernie’s .
    Yes. She swallowed and pulled a hard yank on her lust. “Thought it would be fun. Tell me you’ve seen it.”
    “Just a half dozen times or so.” He budged from his spot and came around the end of the couch.
    She pulled her feet back, freeing up the end cushion and so much more. Yes, she knew what she had been doing when she sat down. She’d wanted him on the couch with her so she could poke him with her toe if he wasn’t at least smiling at the movie.
    She just wanted to know if he was really as stuffed as he let her believe. Or maybe, hopefully, there was another Mike carefully controlled under his skin. Some part of him her body sensed but she had failed to see.
    She lifted the bowl. “Popcorn?”
    He sat