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sexual oblivion. Unfortunately, he and the delectable Shea Dresden were never going to happen. Not tonight. Not ever.
    But she was so fucking soft. He loved the way the mellow light in her bedroom played over the surface of her skin. Loved the soft, sensual lines of her body, and the sexy little silver hoop he knew was nestled in her navel beneath the silky blackness of her dress. It was the best damn part of his day, whenever he was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in her blue bikini and see that little silver hoop glinting brightly against her golden skin.
    And her hands. Hell, he was in some serious shit when he started mooning over a woman’s hands. But Shea’s hands were so damn sexy. They were soft and smooth, with little dimples on her knuckles that he just wanted to brush with his lips, and then drag her pretty little hand down to his cock, where she could wrap those delicate fingers around the pulsing mass of his erection.
    She always made him so painfully hard—he just wanted to freaking explode with it. He had a sudden vision of Shea on her knees, her lips parted as she swallowed his cock, his hot cum shooting down her throat while she sucked on him with her greedy little tongue and lips.
    Oh, damn, that was a good one. But still not the best. No—the best was having her under him, all quivering and wet and soft, while he pounded his cock into her like a hammer and drilled her into one screaming climax after another. He’d pump harder and harder, cramming her to the hilt until she was packed full and ready to burst around him…until he was ramming himself into the depths of her soul, and then he’d unload into her like a flood. He’d mark her as his own—fill her full of his seed—and keep her forever…
    Whoa! Where in the fuck did that come from? Shit, he didn’t want her forever—he just wanted her now! Just wanted to be able to screw this insane need for her out of his system once and for all. Just needed to get his cock in that hot little cunt and burn the need for her from his body before it drove him friggin’ nuts.
    Forcing his traitorous mind back on track, Ryan tried again. “The, ah, words are just fine, Shea, but I want you to tell me what happened here.” He jerked his head toward the floor, where Spalding’s body lay reeking of alcohol and sweat and blood. “Do you know this guy?”
    Shea frowned down at the unconscious heap on her floor, looking as if she might enjoy giving him another good kick. Ryan thought she just might, too, considering she’d fought the bastard like a hellcat. Half of Spalding’s face had long ugly scratches, probably from her nails, and he’d limped when he’d tried to run as if she’d kneed him in the nuts. All in all, she’d put up a damn good fight, and now she genuinely seemed more angry than upset.
    Still, it made Ryan’s blood run cold to think of what would’ve happened if he hadn’t heard her. No way in hell would he have been able to live with it if anything had happened to her. He didn’t know how the hell it had happened, but she’d come to mean so much to him, even though he’d fought it. Shit, he was still fighting it.
    How had she gotten under his skin?
    What had she done to him?
    And what in God’s name was he going to do about her now?
     
    Shea’s next words ripped Ryan out of his personal, private ramblings, hitting him like a punch in the gut. “I don’t know him, but I saw him tonight at Red Mackey’s Bar. He started to bother me there, but this pretty redhead who works there stepped in and told him to leave me alone. I left after that, but I guess he must’ve followed me home,” she added with a small frown, shivering from the memory of when he’d pushed his way in through her door.
    In those brief moments, she’d been furious, able to think of nothing else but kicking the bejesus out of the jerk until Ryan could come and really give him hell. Somehow she’d just known he would. Her hero, though she knew it’d