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fierce, lingering kiss he’d given her told her otherwise. The way he’d lapped up her juices… Yet, what man had the strength to pleasure a woman and not want to put his cock where his mouth had been and finish the job?
    She sighed. For whatever reason, he’d said “ no .” Best not to dwell on the whys. It still hurt and confused her, though.
    Bastard.
    She gulped in a stabilizing breath and, while she had no time to overthink matters, her heart softened a little. He wasn’t a bastard. A tease maybe…she smiled whimsically.
    Shake it off, Evie!
    Today? Today was a different story. She had to put herself out there. He’d asked for a taste, taken a generous sample, blew her mind in the process, then just—she gulped—shrugged her off.
    Be grateful his cock didn’t drop anchor in your pussy. It would have felt unbelievably good, lifted your hopes, made your heart spin, only to have him knock you down anyway.
    Thank goodness for small favors, she thought wryly. Oh well. She made a mental note to thank him, if seeing him didn’t set her off first.
    No time like the present to move forward. Roses and forever, roses and forever…
    She chanted the words in the shower while listening to the ruckus coming from a nearby stateroom, but the clatter drowned out her ability to distance her mind from last night’s events.
    And what kind of masochist was she that his rejection made her body crave what he didn’t give her—his dick? The soap slipped from her hands. Her mind dizzily recalled how lean and long his cock felt, rubbing against her thighs.
    Far from relaxed after her shower, Evangeline couldn’t hold her mascara wand still long enough to give her lashes a swipe. The clatter next door made her clumsy, and dwelling on the outcome of her vixenish behavior kept a constant stream of wetness soaking her panties.
    “This racket,” she stuffed the wand back into its tube and flung it down on the vanity, “is going to do me in!”
    She threw on her robe and stalked out to the passageway. It didn’t take long to isolate the stateroom generating all the noise. She banged on the door. The grinding stopped. Moments later the door swung open.
    Dread spread across her chest when she recognized Mr. Delicious stepping into view.
    “Good morning.” Hot, handsome Liam Rossi raised his eyebrows. He leaned a muscle-bound shoulder against the doorframe and glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Pardon me. I mean…good afternoon.”
    Evangeline clutched at the opening of her robe, rolled the fabric in her grip, and realized she hadn’t put on her robe.
    She’d thrown on a thigh-length, cornflower-blue, see-through thingy with wisps of skinny satin ribbons that tied around her waist. Those ribbons merely played let’s-pretend-to-cover-the-matching-lace-panty-shorts and push-up bra she wore.
    His gaze lowered with interest at the treats peeking back at him.
    “Hi Liam.” Her gaze zoned in on his mouth. Damn. Why did he have to be so charismatic? Her breath stilled against the shock waves vibrating throughout her thighs, and greeting the nerve endings in her clit with sexy little booms.
    “Miss Spencer,” he murmured. “What can I do for you?”
    As her body wasn’t in a thankful or forgiving mood at the moment, she gave him a deadly smile. “Absolutely nothing, Mr. Rossi.” She paused for effect, then added, “You’re being very noisy in there. People are trying to sleep.”
    A skeptical brow crawled up his forehead. “At half past noon?”
    Her cheeks burned hot. Crap. Was it really that late?
    “Please accept my apologies. The stateroom attendant thought you’d vacated your room. Most of your fellow passengers went ashore, and my work here was only going to take an hour at most.”
    Evangeline frowned. “Where are we?”
    “Key West. You didn’t hear the captain announce it over the PA system this morning?”
    “I—er, must have been asleep.”
    “Did you sleep well?” he asked silkily.
    She reached up to