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complete jerk, but he didn’t have the willpower to walk away from that. He followed her retreat, his blood running hotter than it had in years. He was tired of denying himself what he wanted, what his body and heart had claimed as his own years ago.
    She backed away until she banged into the covered pool table. Which was perfect.
    “Wait.” She held up her hands, pushed against his chest as he crowded her, caging her in with a hand on each side of her hips.
    “Second thoughts already?” He leaned in and scraped his teeth along the line of her chin to her ear. “Gotta tell me now.”
    “No. I don’t know. Maybe we should think…” Her words trailed off into a moan as he traced the curve of her ear with his tongue, then tugged the lobe between his teeth.
    “You think too much, Libs. Always have. Just feel.”
    She tilted her head to the side, allowing him better access, and he took that as consent. He grazed the column of her neck with his lips, enjoying the trail of goose bumps he left in his wake. Her hands found his hair, tangled in the longer strands on top, and guided his head down to a much more interesting area of the female anatomy. Happy to oblige, he sucked one of her nipples through the layers of her shirt and bra, but it wasn’t enough. Too many damn clothes separated them. He needed her bare skin under his hand, against his tongue.
    “You should have put your swimsuit on.”
    Resignation tinged her sigh. “I was afraid this would happen if I did.”
    “Hate to tell ya, babe, but this was gonna happen even if you were wearing chain mail.” But, damn, he did like the thought of seeing her in a swimsuit. “That little purple bikini with the silver ties at the hips… You don’t still have that, do you?”
    Libby laughed and shook her head. “Of course not. I was twenty pounds lighter back then. It wouldn’t fit me now.”
    “Mmm, I like your body now. All this soft skin here…” He stripped off her shirt and palmed her breasts. She’d always had the sexiest lingerie, and he was glad to see that hadn’t changed, but right now he was more interested in the lovely mounds overflowing his palms and the rosy nipples straining toward him through the sheer white lace of her bra.
    “And here…” In a move so quick it left her gasping, he spun her to face the pool table. He kissed her shoulder before dropping to his knees and sliding off her pants.
    She groaned. “Jude—”
    “No.” His voice came out as little more than a rasp, and he stopped her from turning back around. Having her lace-covered ass right there in front of him was so damn erotic that the sight of her curves alone almost did him in. He traced a finger over the dimples at the base of her spine, lightly down the cleft between her cheeks, and found the honeyed spot between her legs already damp for him. Standing, he kept his hand on her sex and nudged her legs farther apart.
    Christ, she was so wet. His cock ached with the need to sink into her, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wanted to make her come, wanted her legs to turn to jelly, wanted her gasping and writhing and begging before he entered her. He slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and enjoyed the shudder that shook her so hard she had to grab the pool table for support.
    Oh yeah. She was wound so tight that he bet he could make her go off three times before he penetrated her.
    This was going to be fun.
    …
    This was completely insane.
    She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to have sex with Jude ever again, had secretly nicknamed him “Last Man on Earth” Wilde—as in, not even if he were the last man on Earth. Yet here she was, straining against his talented fingers, wanting nobody else.
    A breeze stirred the palm fronds overhanging the pool and brushed her bare skin in a warm caress, reminding her they were still outside. She experienced a moment of sheer oh-my-God-I-must-have-lost-my-mind, but then Jude flipped aside the end of her ponytail