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appeared sexily tousled as if he’d
just climbed out of bed. His wide chest sported muscle definition normally only
glimpsed on magazine covers.
    Rippled pecs, covered with a smattering of dark-blond hair,
made my mouth water. He had his arms crossed, bisecting the narrow line of
chest hair that ultimately disappeared beneath the waist of his jeans. They
were zipped but unbuttoned—taunting me. His feet were bare and if I were a
betting girl, I’d wager both of us were going commando.
    What tantalized me most was the way he watched me. He made
me light up inside with nothing more than a heated glance. His attention was
addictive and one of the many reasons I’d avoided him.
    My brain scrambled, desperately to convince the muscles in
my legs to stride past. But I was doomed. The scent of warm male and some kind
of delicious musky cologne paralyzed me several feet past his open door.
    The click-clack of my heels faded. My auburn curls settled
against my coat while I inhaled his glorious scent. I faced him, and every
deep, dark fantasy I’d ever wished for stared back. A sharp yearning of
unfulfilled need shot straight to the tops of my thighs. Wetness slid from my
core, coating the lips of my sex in anticipation of being rode hard and put up
wet. It reminded me of my state of general undress and why I’d come there to
begin with.
    Remembering the ass several doors down made my temper flare.
    My breasts jiggled and swayed beneath my coat and the hard
tips scraped against the fabric until I stood directly in front of him. “What
the hell are you staring at?”
    He cocked an eyebrow. “A single woman, if I hazarded a
guess. Did you at least rack him in the nuts?”
    A snort escaped then I shook my head. My anger morphed to
nerves and I had to concentrate not to fidget. “I figured I’d be the bigger
man. It didn’t take much.”
    The sides of his lips curved into a grin, highlighting
dimples that put him in league with fallen angels.
    He took in every detail. Including my breasts, which I
prayed weren’t visible through the fabric of the coat. The moist, tingly place
between my legs clenched, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had sex.
He scanned his way to my feet and back up.
    “You show up bare and he what? Freaks out because he can’t
man up? He couldn’t give you what you need.”
    His last words implied so many things I had to clear my
throat. “That about sums it up.”
    Tension stretched between us in the silence that followed.
    With the tips of his fingers he traced the lapel of my coat.
“Take it…off.”
    I opened my mouth to tell him where he could shove it but he
jerked me inside the apartment and slammed the door.
    “Stop thinking. I’ll be damned if I let you walk away
without a taste of what I can give you. I can smell your sweet pussy. I’ve
wanted to drown myself in it from the first day I saw you. Don’t storm off
because it’s what you believe you’re supposed to do. Stay because it’s what
you’ve always wanted.”
    He towered over me. I should have been terrified but
something in his angry voice called to me. Calmed me. It made no sense but I
didn’t care.
    With shaky hands, I worked the knot free on my belt,
shrugging the coat off with a twitch of my shoulders. It slithered along the
upper curve of my ass, landing with a billow of air.
    The dips and curves of my body flared to life beneath his
hungry stare. I spent several hours a week in the gym working out. I was
well-toned from head to toe, except my breasts, which had always been a tad on
the large side.
    He skimmed the outer swell of one with his knuckles. My
nipple tightened in the cool air and my knees weakened at the thought of what I
was willing to do with him.
    “We’ll choose a safeword for you. How about…trench coat? You
say it and playtime’s over…but don’t say it because you’re scared. You can
learn a lot about yourself if you’re afraid.”
    We were strangers but when he looked at me…it