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patch of hair right below the waist. His ability to breathe ceased. When Lauren pulled her hand free, he considered dropping his shorts and begging her to go down farther. Before he had a chance to do so, she cupped his groin from the outside of the thin boxers.
    Oh, God.
    Gabe’s brain shut down. His eyes closed. He savored the pressure. In painfully slow motions, she traced the outline of his length while planting kisses along his neck. He imagined her mouth instead of her fingers peppering kisses below his navel. When she bit into his shoulder, he leaned his head back and growled.
    “You’re obviously not suffering from erectile dysfunction.” Chuckling, she continued to stroke him.
    His voice came out hoarse, “No. Never.”
    She nipped at his lip and pulled. “Then?” Lauren mumbled while her fingers continued to play with the only part of him that mattered.
    He opened his mouth to speak but decided kissing her was a much better use of his energy.
    She’s not here because she wants you, dumbass. She’s using you to forget about the ex.
    Damn voice.
    Grabbing on to the brick wall, he dug his fingers into the hard surface and pulled his face away from hers. “It’s not a good idea,” Gabe choked out while he watched her magical hands move up and down his length.
    “I think it’s a perfect idea.” With every stroke, she was shutting down coherent thought.
    With strength he never knew he possessed, Gabe stepped back and pulled her hand off his crotch. She was using him and typically he didn’t care about those things. But this time, he did. Although his body protested, he focused on the hurt that flashed briefly across Lauren’s face before she turned away. Holding her chin, he turned her mouth to him and planted a long kiss on her.
    “Why?” she whispered.
    “Because I’m stupid.” He kissed her again. “And because having sex with you tonight would be me taking advantage of the situation.”
    “What?” She stepped back. “I’m the one who came to you. That doesn’t make any sense.”
    She pushed past him and walked toward her house. He followed close behind. How the hell was he supposed to explain to her something he himself couldn’t understand?
    Physical.
    No questions.
    No expectations.
    Nothing more.
    This was all he ever wanted with women and, up until a few minutes ago, what he wanted with her. Now he was finally getting it, he couldn’t do it. “Look, I don’t understand it myself. But tell me something. If we have sex now, what happens in the morning?”
    She paused, considering the question. “What?”
    “In the morning, when you wake up and realize you had sex with me because you were upset about your ex showing up, what happens then?”
    Realization flashed across her face. She shook her head and began to walk away. “Why do you care? I thought this was what you wanted. Apparently, I was wrong.”
    He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his erection into her. God she felt good. “Let’s be clear about something.”
    She gasped. Lauren leaned back and rested her cheek against his.
    “I want you.” He turned his mouth slightly and kissed the corner of hers. “There’s no question about that. And—” he planted a long kiss on her lips, “—when we do have sex, and we will…I want lots of it.” He rested his hand against her stomach while the other traced the side of her arm. He pressed his lips against hers and talked through the contact. “If you can tell me you won’t wake up tomorrow and regret this. That you’ll stick around for the sequels I have planned for us. Then I’ll have you on the grass naked in thirty seconds.”
    He prayed he was wrong. Hoped her answer would surprise him.
    Lauren closed her eyes. She pulled her face away and shook her head. “I can’t promise you that.”
    He ignored the sting of her words and planted a final, chaste kiss on her cheek.
    “Decision made. Tonight I’ll play the part of your friend and we’ll talk. Why don’t