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laughs at your jokes. Isn’t it nice to be with a guy who actually gets your sense of humor?
    And talk about gorgeous…You have to admit after all these years it’s fun to be with a guy who’s so big and strong and…dominant.
    Kit conceded that point. For years the guys she hooked up with tended to the slender, wiry side, the exact opposite of Jake’s six foot four of imposing brawn. At an athletic five seven, she wasn’t particularly petite herself, and she had to admit it was kinda fun feeling almost dainty in bed.
    But so what? So he was still incredibly hot, and his sexual technique had improved by several orders of magnitude. Jake, she reminded herself firmly, was still the original dog that had crushed the romantic spirit of her seventeen-year-old self, screwing her literally and figuratively without so much as a follow-up phone call. And she was no longer an innocent girl in the throes of a wicked crush, but a grown woman who knew better than to put much stock in a handful of orgasms.
    Once they got on their flights this afternoon—he to Boston, she to San Francisco—the last two days would fade to a vague memory of hot sex under the Mexican moon.
    Not bothering to hunt for her clothes, Kit snatched up one of Jake’s XXL T-shirts and pulled it over her head. It hung past her knees, providing plenty of coverage for her walk of shame back to her own room. She tried not to notice the masculine soap and sandalwood scent that clung to the soft cotton as she padded down the hall. Nevertheless, she couldn’t ignore the fierce pulse beat that picked up between her thighs at the thought of nuzzling her nose into the naked skin of his chest, the silky underside of his arm, his hair-roughened inner thigh…
    As she crept across the living room, thankful that she’d yet to encounter any other guests, she picked up the low rumble of his voice coming from the kitchen. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and wouldn’t have even stopped if she hadn’t heard her name.
    She crept into the adjoining dining room, and from her vantage next to the china hutch she could hear them clearly without being seen.
    “She’s one hot piece of ass.” Kit was pretty sure that was Dave, her least favorite of the groomsmen. Unfortunately he was also the groom’s brother, so he had to be included in the wedding party. He’d struck Kit as an overgrown frat boy trying to perpetually relive the glory days of the Sigma Chi house, so she wasn’t surprised or particularly offended to hear his assessment of her. “Is she as wild as she looks? I bet she’s a screamer.”
    Kit tensed, bracing herself for Jake’s contribution to the locker room talk, telling herself she didn’t give a crap what he had to say.
    “If you say one more word about her, I’m going to take this spatula and shove it straight up your ass.” Even more shocking than his words was his tone: low and lethal and definitely not messing around.
    “Hey man,” Dave’s voice sounded garbled, like someone was choking him, “I was only kidding. It’s not like I’m talking about your wife or anything—”
    Jake’s next words stunned her. “As far as you or anyone else in this house are concerned, Kit is mine, got that? And if you so much as look at her again before we leave today, I’ll feed you your own testicles.”
    Kit’s shoe slid from her nerveless fingers, its impact unnaturally loud in the tiled, high-ceilinged room.
    “What the—”
    Crap! She made a mad dash across the dining room and down the hall to the room she hadn’t slept in for the past two nights.
    How dare he be so possessive, she fumed. Kit is mine. Whatever! She wasn’t anyone’s, thank you very much, and one weekend of—albeit fantastically amazing—sex was not about to change that.
    Especially when it involved Jake Donovan. Did he really think, after all these years and the way he had treated her, he could waltz back into her life and give her a few mind-blowing orgasms, and she’d allow