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couldn’t help but see she was blushing. It made her freckles stand out. Freckles—he noticed—that covered her shoulders and peppered the otherwise creamy skin on her chest.
    He swallowed hard.
    “Hi,” she said, an unfamiliar shyness in her tone.
    “Hi?” he ventured, unsure of what he should be saying. “You look…pretty.” He prepared himself to be punched by stepping back into the apartment. Instead of unleashing her fury, Siobhan took the move as an invitation and followed him in.
    “Thanks.” She looked down at her ensemble and blushed a deeper shade of red.
    Shane pushed past her and shoved a pile of old chip bags and dirty socks off his couch onto the floor. “Wanna sit down?”
    Siobhan shuffled nervously. “I…”
    “Are you okay?”
    She nodded.
    “I’m not saying I’m an expert in what’s normal for you, seeing as I’ve known you all of twenty-four hours and all, but you’re acting a bit weird.”
    “I did some reading this afternoon.”
    “Oh?”
    “I figured out how you can help me.” She edged a step closer and set the purse she’d been carrying on the coffee table. It made a heavy thunk, and Shane assumed in spite of her new girly ensemble she was still carrying the bow with her. Another step closer and he could smell the spicy fragrance he’d gotten a whiff of on her back in her bedroom. He stopped thinking about what was in her purse, because now he was in good range to be staring right down the front of her dress.
    She looked up at him, and he forced himself to meet her earnest gaze. Siobhan nervous made Shane sure he wasn’t going to like what she had to say next.
    “How can I help?” he asked, trying to move them both forward from the awkwardness of the moment.
    Placing two hands firmly on his chest, Siobhan raked her short nails over his pecs and batted her lashes at him. It didn’t seem quite right, somehow, but there was no explaining that to his cock, which practically shot to attention at the lightest touch. He tried to step back, but her hands balled in his shirt and held him close.
    “I need to sleep with you.”
    “Uh…what happened to your moving speech yesterday about no romantic entanglements? Wasn’t that sort of a big deal? It sounded—” He stopped talking when she trailed a hand down his chest and her fingers touched his fly. He made a small whimpering noise.
    “This doesn’t need to be romantic,” she said, some of the forcefulness he’d come to know returning to the surface. “I just need you to fuck me.”
    “Well that’s plenty unromantic,” he replied. Meanwhile his cock was asking him where his brain was because he was making a mess out of the silver-platter offering standing before him.
    Resistance is futile, it warned him.
    Siobhan’s fingers hooked into his belt loops, and she tugged him towards her, his pelvis bumping against her stomach. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to.” She cupped his bulge, and it was his turn to blush.
    “This is sort of…unexpected.”
    She rose on her toes and kissed him, her mouth demanding and needy. His brain shut down the instant her lips met his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him and groaning into her mouth as the pressure on his erection proved almost too much to handle. Her tongue flicked against his in a greedy, coaxing kiss that promised to end only when he gave in to what she wanted.
    Her dress was so short it took no effort at all for him to lift the hem over her hips, and he grabbed her round bottom in both hands, giving a rough squeeze. She made a small noise and fumbled with his fly, pausing briefly for them to both catch their breath.
    Shane, panting and still groping her ass, opened his mouth again, much to the chagrin of his dick. “Not to sound like I’m complaining, but how is this going to help save your life?”
    She’d managed to undo his zipper, and her hand played over the strained material of his boxers when she said, “They can’t kill me if