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her alone. She’s not your type of woman. Go find some lonely female to set your sights on.”
    His friend walked away, leaving him standing alone, longing for the woman standing so close, he could smell her.
    When he saw her turn and walk away, he couldn’t do anything except follow. He stopped at the sliding glass door for a moment, looking over his shoulder to where Mark stood glowering at him. He shook off his friend’s disapproval and slipped inside the house, softly closing the door behind him.
    He followed the scent lingering in the air, pointing him in the direction she went. Trying to act casual when he met people he didn’t know in the house, his eyes searched for the woman he couldn’t seem to forget.
    The staircase leading to the upper floor of the house beckoned. He looked behind him to see if anyone paid any attention to where he stood, but no one seemed to care while they laughed, drank, and ate.
    Taking the stairs two at a time, he reached the landing, looking one direction then the other, trying to decide which way to go first. Soft music reached his ears coming from somewhere to his left. Moving toward it, he stopped in front of a bedroom where the door stood cracked open slightly and the music sounded louder.
    He pushed the door open slightly, peeking through the opening to make sure the person he sought sat on the other side. The last thing he wanted was to come upon some unsuspecting guest doing lord only knows what.
    Smiling, he saw Katrina sitting on the bed in the room that seemed to be more suited for a teenage girl than a twenty something young woman, especially one with the grit this one had. He leaned against the casing, once he pushed the door open, and just stared.
    The music surrounded them. The swell and ebb of the rhythm pulsed through his veins when she tipped her head back on her shoulders and closed her eyes. His fingers itched to run through those silky locks. He could almost taste her lips as she parted them softly, lost in the music.
    His feet carried him silently into the room before he gently pushed the door closed. She still hadn’t heard him while he watched her sway slightly to the beat.
    He ached for her. His body had come to full attention the minute she had walked through the sliding glass door, and now she sat in front of him like she wanted for him to find her.
    “Katrina,” he said softly and her eyes popped open with a start.
    “Justin. What are you doing here?”
    “I came to find you.”
    “Why?”
    He stepped closer to the bed and she stood, eyes widening when he approached. “I’m not exactly sure. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”
    “Well, if you expect a repeat of last weekend, forget it.” She squared her shoulders. “It was a mistake, a temporary case of insanity on my part.”
    A soft chuckle left his lips. “Insanity? Well then, your insanity lasted several hours and included me in your state of mind. I don’t think you are any more immune to me, than I am to you.” Running his finger down her arm, he felt her tremble under his touch. “Your body craves mine just like mine craves yours. Last weekend was just a taste, a taste of heaven, one I want to happen again.”
    “I don’t,” she whispered. Her skin quivered, and he stepped closer, close enough so that her breasts almost touched his chest.
    “Your body says differently,” he murmured before he bent his head and softly took her lips. Her body stiffened for a moment, then melted against him and she moaned into his mouth.
    He pulled her tight to him, his hands making a path down her back to cup her ass. Her arms went up around his shoulders, grasping at them as if she needed them to hold herself upright. His tongue moved along the crease of her lips and she groaned, opened her mouth. Their tongues met, dueled, sparred, gave, and took.
    Finally pulling his mouth from hers, he moved along her cheek to her ear, nibbling the lobe with his teeth. Taking her invitation, he trailed his