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help her! Her hormones were out of control. She never thought she could get such nerve-racking lightning sensations from a handshake. Her body was screaming that this was a man worth experiencing.
    She had never been the type for one-nighters, but Jack was making her reconsider. She was a grown woman. Wasn’t it time for her to take a risk?
    The list of dos and don’ts was rapidly playing in her head. But she wasn’t interested in listening to the “chat-back”—that moral-based sound track that so often took the fun and spontaneity out of everything.
    You don’t know him! You shouldn’t hook up with him. Think “stranger”!
    However, her libido was in charge, and it didn’t give even a second’s notice to the words screaming in her head. The happy-joy-juice feelings were too great. Instead, she leaned forward, giving him her sexiest smile with her best come-hither gaze.
    Within seconds of that look, his hand was on the small of her back, guiding her toward the bathroom labeled Handicapped. There was so much action happening around them—plates of food, waitresses with trays of beer, music, someone making announcements, and more—that no one paid any attention to them. She was relieved by that. Was she really going to have a quickie?
    The bathroom wasn’t much to look at. It wouldn’t be making the cover of Architectural Digest , though it wasn’t bad enough for a makeover show. The odor of disinfectant permeated the air— that was reassuring—but there were only a few extra feet of space.
    As the lock clicked into place, she had a moment to breathe and decide. She could still turn back. Her feet were backing her up, putting distance between them. When her back hit the wall, she had to stop. She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. She was going to do it.
    She shoved her small black clutch handbag between the handicap rail and the wall in one smooth motion. Her eyes captured his and then dropped down to devour him. They continued all the way to his well-polished shoes and then raced upward to his piercing gaze, which promised complete and unadulterated satisfaction.
    Oh, yes! She wanted him—his hands on her skin and his mouth driving her heart rate through the roof. Excitement raced through her veins, and her heart pounded hard as if she were running a marathon. She was drawing air in so fast it was hard to catch her breath. Short of passing out, nothing was going to stop her from enjoying this illicit moment.
    “You smell good, like lilacs.” Jack leaned down, close to her, their mouths only inches apart. “My mother used to grow them. So lovely.” He kissed her and she was lost in myriad sensations.
    His hands slid under her elbows, lifting her against him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, losing herself in the strength of those burly, safe arms.
    Lips rubbed gently against hers—asking, questioning, needing—and the tenderness swayed her. Opening her mouth to his want, their tongues touched and a teasing duel had her smiling into the kiss.
    Moving his lips against hers, he said, “You’re not a wilting flower, are you?”
    “Why wilt, when I can give as easily as I take?” She felt his lips smile against hers. “What do you think of them apples?”
    “I love apples, but I’m hungry for something else.” His lips laid siege, and her hands dug into his back, steadying her before they wandered up to play with the fuzz on the back of his neck. I haven’t had this much fun since high school…
    His hands slid down her back and then back up again to cup her head. He kissed with a focus that was transporting. She drifted further and further in his world of sensation, seduction, and teasing satisfaction.
    Thud! Thud! A pounding at the bathroom door interrupted them, dragging her abruptly back to reality.
    “Just a minute!” she yelled. Slowly, he lowered her feet to the floor. His shirt was askew and there was lipstick all over his mouth. Her clothes were wrinkled and the