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headed over to where Mac waited.
    “Is it casual day at the office?” he teased.
    She’d deliberately cleared her schedule and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, hoping to ease the tension that constantly simmered between them. Maybe if she was just plain Nida…
    “I decided to take the day off. I’ve been really busy lately and needed a little down time.”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “And you decided to spend it with an antisocial loner at a falling-down ranch house?”
    She laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, maybe I should reconsider.”
    “Too late.” He took a step closer. “Got something good in that basket?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
    “I think so. I hope so. If you’re a good boy you just might find out.”
    He was standing directly in front of her now, sweaty and masculine and so tempting she wanted to touch and taste every single inch of him. The look in his eyes seared every one of her nerve endings and the walls of her pussy throbbed with need. She wondered if he had any idea of how much he turned her on. She could barely register it herself.
    Goodbye, common sense. Hello, overheated body.
    He glanced at the basket in her hand. “That for me?”
    “Um, yes. I thought you might like something besides peanut butter sandwiches for a change.”
    He grinned, a lopsided quirk of his mouth that brought into play a tiny dimple at one corner that she somehow hadn’t seen before. Oh, God, a dimple? Really? As if he wasn’t sexy enough already.
    “Have you been spying in my kitchen?” he asked.
    “No, but I know how single men deal with food when they’re in a hurry.”
    He studied her face. “Had a lot of experience with that, have you?”
    Maybe too much. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
    “Only in the most casual way.”
    He took a step closer to her.
    Nida drew in a deep breath to steady herself and inhale an erotic combination of sunshine, greenery and sweaty male. As the scent traveled through her system, her blood pumped and the muscles in her pussy danced in rhythmic contractions. She wanted to lean forward and run her tongue all over his chest, brushing the damp curling hair and maybe taking a little bite at his nipples.
    Ohmigod, Nida.
    “Well, okay. I have to say this sounds like a good idea.” Mac wiped his sweat away with his shirt and reached for the handle on the basket.
    The instant their hands connected, the electricity that constantly sizzled around them at low voltage burst into a lightning bolt and speared them both. Nida looked up at Mac and saw him staring at her with a ravenous look in his eyes. He set the basket down on a stump, cupped her cheeks with his newly roughened hands and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. So slowly, he drew a line around the perimeter of her lips and then traced the seam. When he pressed his tongue a little harder, she opened for him and he slid gently inside.
    The heat of it seared the inside of her mouth and flowed through her veins. She touched his tongue with her own, gliding it back and forth, following the steps of the little dance he set up. He tasted so heavenly, all male, and the slippery glide of his tongue made her want to tighten her lips around it and suck hard.
    He gripped her head a little more tightly, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones. The touch felt like the kiss of a flame against her skin, a flame that ignited her entire body. Her breasts throbbed, her nipples tingled, and the insistent pulse in her cunt reverberated through her veins and heated her blood.
    She had no idea how long they stood like that, mouths fused together, tongues tangling, but eventually she ran out of breath. When he broke the kiss, Mac still held her head cradled in his palms, his eyes boring into hers like twin flames.
    “What are we doing here, Nida?”
    “I don’t know, but…” She licked her lower lip.
    “But what?” His voice was rough, as if gravel was bouncing over his vocal chords.
    “But I can’t