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and begging to be touched. I arched an eyebrow at her before she finally rattled off her number.
    “There.” I pressed send and, a second later, her phone chirped. “I texted you, now you’ve got my number.”
    “Oh. Thanks.”
    “Sure thing, off ya go.” I opened the door and smoothed a palm down her ass as she stepped by me. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself around her. I wondered if I’d ever get enough. I’d had repeats before, but the way this woman had my blood set to a constant boil wasn’t doing any favors for my blood pressure.
    “Can you stop?” She whipped around and slammed right into my chest as I stepped out the door into the front porch.
    “Problem, Sugar?” I tipped my head to the side and took in the delicate lines of her face.
    “Are you always so close? So in people’s space?”
    “You’re the one that ran into me, babe. Although the situation is kind of reversed from last night. I’m all for a little public exhibition, but in broad daylight . . .” My eyes darted behind her and took in the bustling neighborhood, someone across the street mowing their lawn. He looked up and I raised my hand in a friendly wave.
    “Oh my God. You’re such a fucking pig. Do me a favor; do not use my number. Ever.” She spat at me before turning and stomping down the porch to my truck. My laugh followed her all the way as my cock twitched at her sassy attitude. This girl challenged me, and there was nothing hotter than a challenge, especially when she came with red hair and a perfect set of tits.
     

     
    I ambled up the step of the weathered cottage. Autumn wind whipped around the corners of the house and swayed the branches on the evergreens. Off-season in Maine was my favorite time of year. Summer was a cluster fuck of tourists, and, living in a tourist town, I was expected to smile and wave, play the charming role of small town coastal boy. But the off-season when everyone cleared out was when Maine came alive. It’s what made it all worth living here.
    I rapped on the door before twisting the knob to find it unlocked.
    What kind of girl that lived alone out in the country left her door unlocked?
    A newcomer, that’s who.
    “Evenin’, Sugar. Brought dinner!” I called through the house as I set the takeout bags on the counter. The house was silent, the fuck-me heels she’d worn last night kicked off by the door, the scrap of silky fabric I’d peeled off her body, thrown across the couch. I could imagine her stepping into her house this morning and peeling out of her clothes as she’d walked through the rooms.
    I squeezed my eyes shut tightly at the visual. I hadn’t gotten back inside her since our first night together and it was nearly doin’ me in. I was trying to prove a point—make her beg for it— but if it didn’t happen soon, I’d be begging her.
    “Sugar?” I took a few more steps, taking in the fresh paint on the walls. What had formerly been dingy white was now a soft grey in the kitchen. The living room was a pale shade of blue. I’d just been here a few days ago, when in the hell had she had time to paint the whole damn house?
    I headed for the hallway before a door opened and she came barreling out of the bathroom, wet hair hanging off her shoulders, and the tiniest towel I’d ever seen held over her chest. My eyes focused on the swell of one of her breasts, barely hidden beneath the white cotton.
    She was tryin’ to kill me.
    “Sugar,” I growled, my eyes still trained on her lush body.
    “Lane, fuck, what are you doing?” she shrieked and adjusted the towel around her body to hide herself.
    “Enjoying the view.” I grinned as I looked up into her eyes.
    “Obviously. Besides that.”
    “Brought dinner. Like Chinese?”
    “Do we have a longstanding dinner date night that I don’t know about?” She cocked her pretty head to one side and the wet tendrils fell over her shoulder. My eyes flicked down her body, the towel riding high up on her thighs. The slit