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high in surprise. “You’re attracted to me.”

    A guard rose across her face. “Me and the rest of the planet. It’s okay. I’m dealing with it.”
    “How?”
    She looked wary. “Suppression.”
    He shifted closer. Need clawed him with nails straight from fire. She’d been bold once, spreading her thighs around him and asking for love. It was clear she still yearned for love, and for the tight push of his body in hers. She planned on fighting those urgesin order to be around him, because apparently some of him was better than none. Jed didn’t subscribe to that theory.
    He wanted all of Dee.
    Firmly, he said, “That won’t work.”
    “It will.” Her blue stare sharpened. “I’m coming with you, Jed.”
    “I know that.” His fingers brushed over the inside of her wrist and she shivered. “I’m saying don’t suppress it.”
    She blinked. “But, you don’t—”
    “I do.”He tipped the brim of her hat higher, opening her face to him. Blue eyes, full lips, and a cute round chin. A face he’d never forgotten and never intended to miss again. “Hand them over. Every desire you’ve got. I want them all.”
    *
    Surprised jolted inside Dee. It pooled as pleasure, low in her belly. Jed’s knuckles grazed her cheek onthe way down from her hat. Seemingly by reflex, her hand rose to grip his wrist. “If you’re screwing around—”
    “Never about this.”
    She swallowed hope. “But you’ve been so neutral.”
    Neutral no longer. His stare was as black as a sultry, summer night; heavy as the lust weighing between her thighs. He was close, an embodiment of heat rippling right above flame. Her heart fluttered, drawn and desperateto get closer. She hadn’t let go of his wrist.
    “I didn’t want to mess you up,” he said. “I came here for your memories.”
    “Then what’s this about?”
    “I gave up thinking you’d still want me years ago.” He grinned, small and wicked. “Now I can’t think about anything else.”
    His stare fixed on her mouth and Dee’s breath grew shallow.
    “I lied this morning,” he said, deep voice taking the words slow.“I didn’t sleep well.”
    She managed to raise a brow in question.
    “More thoughts of you.” And his hands came to rest on her hips.
    “What kind of thoughts?”
    His gaze answered for him. He took the whole thing painfully slow. Not skimming any stretch of visible skin, any fabric pulled taut over curves. His head dipped lower, the warmth of his skin close to her cheek. Her breath hitched as his handsadjusted on her hips, wider, firmer.
    “Okay, I get it,” she said, breathless. “Now show me.”
    Jed obeyed and she angled her chin, mouth meeting his squarely and parting in the same moment. No time to play coy, not with the lavish heat of his lips taking hers. Not with lust rearing high, desperate to race to the finish. Definitely not with his hands clasping her butt and jamming her body againsthis. She tilted her head, taking the kiss deeper, and moaned as flares of reaction lit her core.
    Their first kiss had been clumsy. A new experience for them both. This time, freed of innocence and fumbling, they knew what their bodies wanted and how to get it.
    He pushed, she dragged, and her back hit the door. Implausible to think she remembered his taste, but the hot touch of his tongue shookher. It felt right. She splayed a hand on his cheek, hungry for this man, desperate to know how he’d grown to please a woman.
    A pencil hit the floor as her hands found his hair.
    Her fedora followed a moment later.
    Jed’s palm slid along her jaw, cupping her face as he kissed harder. Tangled in sensation, Dee battled for release. She raised a bent leg, tucking it up against his side. Made himhold it, no arguments there, and shifted until his erection pressed solid against the juncture of her thighs. Jed groaned, tongue still deep in her mouth, as she rolled her hips and slid firmly along him.
    Painfully aroused, Dee burned for him. Burned for his touch, his