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night, but she wanted more from him. Heat started to bubble inside her as he stood and faced her. He reached for her, purpose in his eyes.

    She avoided his touch and reached for the door leading back inside. “While I’m all for adventure, I think we should take this inside. This isn’t the sort of show I think morning beachgoers need.”

    Sterling relaxed a little. “Good. For a moment I thought you might have changed your mind.”

    “Not going to happen,” she replied as she opened the door and walked inside. “You have something I want, really bad.”
    Passion flared in his gaze and she gasped before backing up. It wasn’t fear that had her stepping back. It was the need for a hard surface to brace herself against. She already knew once their bodies collided she’d need the support.

    He stepped toward her and she stepped back in a simple choreography, as though their blood pounded to the same beat. Step, step, step. His gaze locked on hers and she couldn’t have broken the contact if she’d wanted to.

    It was almost a shock when she backed into the kitchen counter.

    She gripped the granite, cool beneath her heated flesh, bracing herself for the physical and emotional onslaught almost upon her. Close to two hundred pounds of incited, sexually charged male advanced on her.

    Her chin rose slightly as he closed in. She had no idea why. It didn’t make her taller and only exposed the vulnerable length of her neck.

    Her insides quivered with heightened awareness. Then he was there in front of her. Her chin tilted even more in order to maintain eye contact. She could feel the heat pulsing off him, and his coiled tension. He invaded her personal space and she welcomed him. He kept advancing until he was flush against her and she whimpered, deep in her throat.

    Her lips parted as his head lowered, but he didn’t kiss her. He rested his forehead against hers, giving her a close-up view of the knife-straight bridge of his nose. She wondered dimly how he’d made it so far, given his lifestyle, without ever breaking it. Every other man she’d dated had either sported a bump or scar from rugby, wrestling or roughhousing. Sterling either had straighter healing bones than other men or he was a better fighter.

    “What am I going to do with you?” he said, knocking all thoughts of noses, straight or otherwise, out of her head. She’d been fairly certain she knew exactly what he’d do with her. Have sex and soon had seemed the general idea, in his mind and in hers. Had he changed his mind again?
    Before they’d even started?

    She wanted nothing more than to tell him how much she needed him right now. How much she craved the warm embrace of another human being, the temporary release from worry and tense muscles. And what the hell else would she do with the gallons of adrenaline still cruising her system looking for an outlet?

    But she didn’t want to appear as desperate as she was, so she simply asked, “What do you mean?”

    “I mean, we shouldn’t do this.”

    She felt how hot his body was, and raised a trembling hand to touch the crisp hair at the nape of his neck. “Do you want me to go?”

    “No.” The word was short and sharp, as frustrated as it was husky. He tipped up her chin with one hand and lowered his mouth to hers.

    She gripped the granite counter harder, to anchor herself as lust, pure, unstoppable lust, roared through her body. His mouth plundered hers and she plundered right back, as greedy for sex as she was for life.

    His tongue was insistent, thrusting in her mouth in a rhythm that had her moaning and her hips wiggling in anticipation.

    “I can’t believe what a terrible idea this is,” he murmured as he reached for the hem of the T-shirt and peeled it over her head.

    “The worst ever,” she panted, tugging at his cotton shirt with urgent haste.

    When she pulled it up over his head, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his chest.
    Not so muscled as if he spent