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automatic movement as she was drawn inevitably toward him. Her lips parted on a soft gasp of pure want , and then his mouth claimed hers.
    She answered with an equal demand as her arms went around his waist and his around her shoulders.
    Mmm, the kiss was hot. Tender yet demanding. Questing tongues, tiny nips. Soft, throaty moans. Her needy whimper as arousal arced through her, straight to her sex. Her pelvis pressed against his fly, where, already, a rigid erection met her. The knowledge of how badly he wanted her made her even hotter.
    God, this was so good. Even better than their first amazing kiss because now they knew. They knew....
    Wait a minute.
    As her heart tried to thud its way out of her chest, she forced herself to pull away and step back. Panting for air, she hunted for the right words.
    â€œToo fast?” he asked, his voice as ragged as her breathing. “I didn’t mean—”
    â€œI know. We got carried away.” By passion. She’d never had that happen before. “Jamal, I need to know . . .” Know that she could trust him the way her instincts—and her lustful body—urged her to. “When you said ‘basketball hoop,’ what did you mean?” Intently, nerves taut with hope, she watched his face.
    He gave a rueful grin. “That wasn’t enough words? Uh, it means . . . that I have a dream of a future now.”
    His frown of concentration told her he was struggling to express himself. As she’d seen before, talking about feelings and dreams didn’t come easily to this very private, independent man. But he did look totally sincere and her anxiety eased.
    â€œThe kind of future I never saw for myself before,” he said. “Like, with a family. A home. A regular job, no more undercover assignments.” He gave a rather shaky laugh. “Guess you’d call it a normal life.” His words flowed more freely now, and the expression in his eyes was warm and caring. “You’re the one who made me see it, want it, believe maybe I could have it. You’re the woman in the dream, Karen. I can’t make promises, but . . .” He shrugged, apparently out of words now.
    â€œNo, of course you can’t, and nor can I.” Her heart sang and, totally uncharacteristically, her eyes were damp. “It’s too soon. But you’ve told me what I need to know. And I have that same dream.”
    â€œDoesn’t bother you, you being white and me being brown?”
    Huh? In this day and age? “Seriously? Are you saying it bothers you?”
    â€œHell no. I like your pretty white skin.”
    She gave a teasing huff. “I am not white. At least no parts of me that you’ve seen so far. I have a nice outdoorsy tan.”
    â€œI’m looking forward to seeing the parts that aren’t tanned.”
    â€œMmm,” she purred in anticipation. “I’m looking forward to seeing all your parts.”
    â€œGuess you want to do some more talking first?” He sounded resigned.
    That was what she’d planned for tonight. But now, what she needed wasn’t more words. It was physical and emotional intimacy. Lovemaking. “I do. After.”
    â€œAfter?”
    It gave her a delicious sense of feminine power to keep the undercover cop off balance. “There’s a time for talk and a time for—” Leaving the word action unsaid, she stepped forward, clasped her hands behind his neck, and tugged his head toward her.
    His eyes gleamed. “Hell yeah.”
    This time, Karen gave herself fully to the kiss, her heart full of hope, her body ripe with desire. She stroked down his back, so powerful under the soft cotton of his shirt. Hooking one leg around his, she pressed close to him, reveling in the hard, tantalizing thrust against her belly as his erection sprang to life again. Impatient to touch bare skin, she tugged his shirttail from his belted jeans, then greedily ran her hands over