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shorts, and his bare chest was a sight to behold. Far more muscular than when he’d been seventeen—or even twenty-one. And he was inked. She couldn’t tell what the designs were in that brief flash of light, but she’d seen them there and they made her mouth go dry.
    What would it be like to trace them with her tongue? Wetness flooded her at the thought, and her temperature kicked up a degree. She’d told him sex was overrated—and she hadn’t been kidding, but what if it wasn’t overrated with him? What if he possessed the ability to make her feel something more than just the sweetness of a release?
    Georgeanne shivered with awareness. It had been so long since a man had touched her. So long since she’d cared. And now here she was, panting over the one man who had always seemed determined not to have anything to do with her.
    Compelled by a force she didn’t understand, she crept toward the cot. She just wanted to see him up close, wanted to know if the ripple of muscle was as impressive as it had seemed in that flash of light. Wanted to see him breathing and know he was really here and that she wasn’t somehow imagining the whole thing in a fevered dream.
    “What are you doing?”
    His voice startled her. She stopped, clutching her water bottle, and swallowed. “Just making sure you’re okay.”
    He removed his arm from over his face. She could see the glitter of his eyes in the darkness. “I’m fine.”
    He sounded prickly, as usual, and it got to her. “Your virtue is safe with me, Sam. You don’t have to get all edgy about it. I wasn’t coming over to take advantage of you or anything.”
    He swung his legs to the floor and sat up. “I’m not worried about my virtue.”
    “No, you’re worried about mine. Or about what Rick or my parents would think if you did what you really want to do.”
    He tilted his head to the side. “How do you know what I really want to do? Maybe I’m not attracted to you. Did you ever consider that?”
    She felt those words like a blow. After everything with Tim, after the heartbreak and betrayal, the idea that yet another man found her less than appealing hurt more than she could say. Yes, she’d done it to herself. She’d poked and prodded and pushed, and for what? So he could tell her he didn’t want her? So she could suffer the sting of humiliation yet one more time?
    Georgeanne couldn’t think of one damn thing to say. Instead, she turned on her heel and fled back toward the bedroom. She was inside, throwing the door closed, when a big shape wedged itself between the door and the jamb. She didn’t fight; she just let go and stepped back, arms around herself as he loomed big in the room.
    Thunder crashed harder than before, but she didn’t take her attention from Sam.
    “Goddamn you, Georgie,” he said softly. “You push and push and push, and then when I push back, when I try like hell to keep you from making a mistake, I say something so fucking rotten even I can’t believe I said it.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. You’re beautiful and hot, and any man would be crazy not to want you.”
    She held up a hand. “Stop. I don’t want to hear another word. You don’t mean it.” She sucked in a tear-soaked breath and swore she wasn’t breaking down and making her humiliation complete. “I know you’re just trying to make me feel better. And it’s my fault for putting you in that position. I do keep pushing, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s Tim and the marriage…” Here she actually had to swallow down a load of tears. “…and the humiliation of being left for someone else. I don’t know, but you have my word I won’t do it again.”
    His voice, when he spoke, was low and hoarse, as if it were being dragged from him. “I do want you, Georgie. I’ve wanted you since that night twelve years ago. I want to spread you out beneath me and make you come so many times you can’t do it anymore. I want to taste your pussy