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door.
    “Where are you going?” he demanded, and the genuine fear in his voice gave her a certain sense of satisfaction.
    “Into the bathroom.I want to take a shower.”
    She stepped into the surprisingly spacious bathroom, turned on the water, dropped her sheet and began counting to ten. She made it to four, maybe four-and-a-half, before Mac pushed the door open and stormed inside.
    “I was just as much a victim in this as you were,” he said, glowering down at her. “I had no idea what was going on until this morning. Last night, I thought—hell, it felt so incredible to touch you that I didn’t think at all. Go ahead and hate me for not being able to stop making love to you, but I want you to realize, you have no right to blame this on me.”
    She pushed the door closed behind him, then stepped into the shower. “I know.” Page 17

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    “Maybe I should have made sure I wasn’t dreaming when I reached out and felt you curled up against me, but you were so—” he broke off his tirade and stared at her through the spray of steamy water.
    “You know?”
    “I’m not stupid. I got that when Seoc confessed.” She picked up a paper-wrapped bar of soap, tore it open and threw the wadded up paper at Mac. It bounced off his chest while he stared at her, dumbfounded.
    “Then why are you still mad at me?”
    She almost felt sorry for him. Men could be so thick sometimes. “I didn’t say I was still mad at you. I said I hadn’t decided whether I was or not. But now I have. And I’m not.” He blinked. “You aren’t?”
    She rubbed the soap until she worked up a thick lather and began to massage the suds into the skin of her shoulders and chest. It took all her willpower not to grin when she saw his eyes follow the motions.
    “No. Oh, I’m still a little ticked, but not at you. You, I forgive, though I can’t pretend I might not bring this up occasionally in the future when you piss me off.” He stood rooted to the spot, almost as if he’d been paralyzed again. Danice chuckled and shook her head, holding her hand out to him. He stared at it.
    “Come on,” she encouraged. “If I’m not mad at you any more, that means we get to have make up sex.” He stepped into the shower with her, wearing nothing but a dazed expression. She had to bite back a laugh.
    “Make up sex?”
    “Absolutely.Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it.” She pressed her slick, damp body against his and tilted her face up so she could see him. “It happens right after the fight, but before the adrenaline has all burnt off. It can be quite an adventure.”
    His laughter burst out of him, as if he’d just been released from another spell, and she felt his arms wrap around her to squeeze tightly and lift her straight up off the floor. “Is that right,” he rumbled. “Sounds intriguing, I’ll admit, but I think you’d better demonstrate. Just so I know what you’re talking about.” She grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his erection growing until it prodded against her insistently. “Well, normally I don’t give seminars, but I suppose in this instance I might be persuaded to make an exception.”
    He captured her mouth with his in a consuming kiss. Tongue licking, teeth scraping, lips sucking, he kept at her until just that kiss was enough to make her body melt and ache for him. When she felt her moisture well up and rain all over him, she moaned. He pulled back with a grin. “I’d really appreciate it.” Danicenarrowed her eyes, licked her lips and shifted her weight so his cock prodded firmly against her entrance. “In that case,” she said, gatheringherself up and then allowing herself to sink slowly down onto him, savoring the tense, relentless pressure of his penetration, “you’d better brace yourself.” Page 18

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    She heard him