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and took her with him until she lay on top of his chest. “I just gave you a compliment. It’s mine to give. Just say thank you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Wow, that was convincing.” He pushed her brown waves back over her shoulder and ran his fingertips along the top of her shoulder and down her arm.
    She studied him, his thick brows over serious eyes, rugged features, a wide—and might she say, talented—mouth. Men had an easier time of it. Rough, imperfect features lent a certain amount of danger, all alpha male, outdoorsy, and capable; that worked for her as “pretty” men never could. Looking at him threatened to become a favorite pasttime. She’d never get any work done with him around.
    His warmth penetrated deep, and she snuggled into him, a definite perk to sex. Resting her chin on her hands, she looked down at him. “I want to do that again.”
    His grin stretched ear to ear, and he cupped her ass in his large hands. “That is the second best thing I’ve ever heard.”
    She raised her brows and, trying not to get distracted by the length of him growing against her stomach, asked, “What’s the first?”
    “Hearing my name on your lips when you come.”
    Her cheeks burned at his words. In one swift move, he had her underneath him once again, and she laughed. He nuzzled the side of her neck and then took her earlobe between his teeth. Goose bumps ran the length of that arm, making her shiver. “So you liked it?”
    He yanked his head up and looked at her, incredulous. “Liked it?” Supporting his weight on one arm, he cupped her face with his other hand. “ Liked it hardly expresses what just happened.”
    The heat of his breath caressed her lips before his mouth did, and she greedily took as much of him as she could. She slid her tongue along the slick heat of his, stirring all the nerves along her skin once again.
    He broke from the kiss, tracing an invisible line from her lips, over her jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbone as he explained, “I like a good massage. I like a great cup of coffee. That was—well, that was something I’ve never experienced before.”
    Any doubt left over from Ethan’s verbal slaps slipped away with each word Gage uttered. He continued trailing his finger over the swell of her breast and around her nipple until he reached the hard-nubbed center. She arched and sucked in a breath.
    One time wasn’t going to be enough. She’d hoped a great bout of sex would get him out of her system, but she’d been very, very wrong. Her body continued to play back every caress, every tug, and wanted it all again and more. A casual fling would be perfect. It was all either of them had time for, and since she’d never get serious again with a celebrity, there’d be no confusion.
    Light, easy, and the hottest sex she’d ever known.
    She licked her lips. “Me neither.” Running her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, she gave a gentle pull and then scraped her nails carefully up and over the crown of his head, eliciting a small shiver. “It’s never been that way for me. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
    He brushed the palm of his hand back and forth over her nipple and then palmed her breast with a soft flex of his fingers. “Well, you were fantastic. I can only imagine what you could do with a little practice.”
    Her jaw dropped open, and she tugged his hair, none too gently this time.
    He laughed but pinned her with a direct look. “So what are you saying, Sam?” He adjusted his position and lodged himself firmly between her thighs, bracing his weight on his arms.
    Struggling to keep her brain on task, she pulled in short rapid breaths. “I’m saying I want to do this again sometime. You know. Have fun, nothing serious.”
    He dropped his chin to his chest, but she could see the pull of his lips into a grin. She pinched him on the arm and tugged him back to her so she could kiss him. “Don’t laugh at me.”
    Kissing the end of her