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    God, that kiss. It stole her breath, her sight, her hearing. And her soul screamed for more still.
    But Zack pulled away, wide-eyed , surprised, shocked even. Had he felt the same indescribable intensity that she had? Overpowering. Surreal.
    She hunted for the answer in his face as he caught his breath. She broke a smile, because his narrowed eyes searched her face with what seemed like the very same question.
    He took one last lungful of air, then nodded his head. “Yes, wet clothes,” he stammered, started the vehicle and pulled out of the spot, his front tire bumping the curb before screeching into traffic. They were obviously heading farther uptown toward his hotel, and with more speed than was safe on a rainy Vallarta night.

CHAPTER 6
    T hat kiss. Holy fuck, that kiss . Where the hell had this woman come from?
    He’d never known such an attraction, an in-sync connection, one that was powered beyond sexual energy. What he felt with Isabel was beyond imagination.
    And that robotic monotony he’d felt only hours ago was replaced by an energy, a fulfillment. And then that fucking kiss!
    Her hand on his thigh, his pulse pounding in every part of his body, he was enthralled and entranced by this woman. Enlivened.
    His ass began buzzing with an incoming text.
    “That’s something…new.” Isabel smirked.
    “Shit—my phone! It must be soaked.” He struggled to get it from his rear pocket.
    “Please, let me.” She slid her slender hand under his right ass cheek, into his pocket and pulled out his cell. He caught a glimmer in her eye, and he couldn’t contain his need to touch her, to feel some part of her electric flesh against his ice-cold hand.
    “I’ll read it at the light,” he said, reaching under her skirt instead. He squeezed her warm and welcoming thigh, then slowly slid his way up, creeping farther still until he met her sweet spot, already wet. Yes, just for him. He plucked the thin strand of her thong, which had been wedged between her silken velvet lips. Then he massaged his way back down to her knee, a small disappointed groan coming from her with his hand’s withdrawal. Goddamn, he wanted to tease her all night long. And he would, and couldn’t wait.
    At the red light—the damn time-wasting red light—he glanced at the missed text. “Shit. That’s tomorrow,” he thought out loud. Then he turned to Isabel hopefully, trying not to stammer over his words, which was still a goddamn challenge since they’d met earlier that afternoon.
    “So, uh, not to jump the metaphorical gun, but tomorrow morning I have a brunch to hit for my attorney’s charity group. Everyone is supposed to bring someone new…so, if you eat…food…” He paused, trying to resurrect the self-assured Zack James from wherever he’d gone. At least his cock was still standing strong—it was just his damn words that kept falling short.
    He took a good breath and continued. “I assure you, after tonight, you’ll be absolutely famished. You should be my breakfast date.” That at least came out in one piece.
    “Thanks, but no, really, I can’t.”
    “You don’t eat? It’s gratis!” he teased.
    She glared back. “It’s not that, fuck you very much.” She glared with puckered lips.
    “It’s cool. I just thought, we’ve had so much fun up to now, and we’ll have even more fun in my suite. A good meal among…friends? A nice topper, that’s all I’m saying.” He glanced at her to see if his nonchalant argument was making an impact, swaying her whatsoever.
    Just then, a woman with a baby in her arms stepped into the road. Zack screeched to a stop just in time. Fuck those randomly placed, albeit beautifully landscaped Vallarta street dividers, all with unmarked crosswalk paths. Jesus Christ.
    The woman just stared at them through the windshield, then continued on, as if it wasn’t 1:00 AM and pitch black on an 80 km-zoned roadway she had just happened across. With an infant in arms!
    “Holy shit,