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information was to ask.
    ‘Why
did
your engagement blow up?’
    Finn glared at her. ‘You are like a dog with a freakin’ bone. Do you ever give up?’
    Innate honesty compelled her to speak. ‘No.’
    Callie stared at him with big eyes as he stood up, walked around the table and gripped the arms of her chair, caging her in. Callie sucked in air and along with it the masculine, indefinable essence of Finn. A kick of spice, a hint of citrus, a tiny bit of natural musk. The hair on her arms and on the back of her neck stood up and she felt her skin prickle as his eyes locked on hers.
    ‘Are you always this stubborn?’
    Callie shook her head. ‘Sorry to tell you that I haven’t even hit stubborn yet.’
    ‘Crap. Well, let’s see if a little distraction will work,’ Finn replied, his voice silky. ‘And if my kisses don’t distract you at least they’ll get you to shut the hell up …’
    Callie sucked in her breath as his mouth brushed her lips. Harder, thinner, masculine lips that knew exactly what they were doing as he nipped and teased her mouth. His hand came up to clasp the side of her head and he tipped her face sideways. Then his kiss deepened and his mouth became more insistent, asking—no,
demanding
—more.
    ‘Kiss me, Callie. Open up and let me taste you,’ he muttered against her lips.
    Callie couldn’t do anything but obey—didn’t have the thought processes to do anything but follow where he led.
    Instead of plunging inside, forcing its way in, his smart tongue explored her bottom lip, teased the corners of her mouth, deliberately avoided tangling with hers.
    Frustrated with his teasing, Callie pushed against hischest and, keeping her mouth locked on his, found her way to her feet, looping her arms around his back and pushing into his hard frame. Breast against chest, stomach against his steel erection, mouth under his. Needing more, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his and taking the kiss from hot to steamy to erotic, from wild to crazy.
    His hands raced down her back, palmed her butt and lifted her up and into him. Her legs automatically wound around him and she tipped her hips so that his erection could rub her clit as his kisses—God, was it possible?—got deeper and steamier.
    She wanted more … she needed more … This was just sex, lust! Six months was far too damn long, Callie realised from a place way, way outside of herself. She needed him—Finn—now.
    Her hands were sliding down the back of his shorts, trying to feel that magnificent ass she’d been fantasising about, when Finn pulled his mouth off hers. He lifted his hand from the inside of her bra and one arm kept her anchored in place. He brushed her hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ears. He looked rueful.
    Callie felt her feet touch the floor and she held on to his arm to make sure that she wouldn’t topple over.
    ‘Ah … um … what was that?’
    ‘God knows. But, after that I guess sex is closer to being on the table than before.’
    Finn stepped away from her, seemingly unconcerned that he still had a steel pipe in his pants.
    His words dumped a figurative bucket of cold water over her head. What
was
it about him? He just had to touch her and she was under his spell, ready to go where he led. She never lost control in a sexual situation—her head was always in the game.
    ‘That’s why I’m wary,’ Callie admitted eventually, unableto stop licking her bottom lip, hoping the taste of him lingered there.
    Finn’s black brows pulled together. ‘Sorry—lost you. What?’
    ‘We have a hectic attraction. It could blow up in our faces,’ Callie explained. ‘It could burn hot and die fast, and if that happens while we’re on holiday then we’d be up the creek without a paddle.’
    Finn jammed his hands in the pockets of his shorts. ‘We’ll be together for three weeks. Do you normally lose interest that quickly?’
    Sometimes
, Callie wanted to admit. But with him she was more