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into the sleeves, she crossed the sides over her body and tied the sash. The timer on the washer rang in her ears, but it didn't drown out the voice screaming in her head. There was no masking the words echoing around her skull. What have you done? Oh, God. What had she done? Okay, it was obvious what she'd done; she'd screwed her next-door neighbor and had the best orgasms of her life.
    They hadn't actually had intercourse—but not through lack of wanting—and she'd be lying if she said she didn't still want to fuck him. With as much dignity as she could muster, Claire headed for the laundry room. The stupid machine was making it harder to think than it already was with her hormones yelling. She'd never done anything so reckless or impulsive in her life. Living on the edge of arousal for months and Jane's stupid comment at lunch had driven her to it. Why else would she have done something as stupid as having sex with Ryan?
    Not that they'd had sex exactly or that the act its self was stupid. No the actual doing had been downright magical. Claire still tingled and throbbed in places long abandoned. It was the screwing-the-neighbor-on-the-first-date thing she couldn't fathom. They hadn't even been on a date. She'd never had such a strong reaction to a lover and certainly never jumped a guy's bones the second she got him somewhere private and alone. Only she wasn't the one to jump first, but still, the whole last…
    How long had it been since Ryan had taken her mouth in a kiss so drugging she'd forgotten all but him?
    The buzz of the washer echoed off the walls as she stepped into the laundry and stabbed at the "off" button with her finger. Normal cycle. Thirty minutes. Had they only been tangled for half an hour? Silence filled the space around her, and Claire took a deep breath in the hope of calming her nerves. Her mind whirled. Each train of thought jumped its tracks to head in a different direction.
    "You're thinking too much."
    Startled, Claire spun around and found Ryan leaning against the doorframe. He'd pulled on his briefs, but the shorts and shirt were nowhere to be seen. Her gaze was drawn to his bronzed chest and ripped stomach. Her mouth watered, and her fingers itched to trace the contours of every muscle. The arousal still simmering in her belly began to bubble. Harsh, shallow breaths puffed in and out of her lungs. She licked her lips, her tongue sweeping over the parched flesh.
    A growl vibrated Ryan's chest, and Claire dragged her gaze up to meet his. The hunger was back, swirling in his eyes. He pushed off the wall and took two steps, bringing his body flush with hers. Heat radiated off him, surrounded her, and soaked into her pores, traveling along nerve endings and focusing in her core. Without thought, she leaned forward, her silk covered breasts brushing his pecs. Her nipples puckered and sent sharp pulses of delight through the swollen globes.
    His mouth crashed down on hers. Tongues stabbed out, pushed, and probed in a wet slide of frenzied need. She moaned into his mouth and absorbed Ryan's answering groan as he took the kiss deeper. Breathing no longer mattered. The need to have him inside her, to be inside him, consumed her. Her knees went weak—whether lack of oxygen or his ravaging kiss, Claire didn't know—but she leaned into him, letting his heat and strength surround her.
    Ryan tore his mouth from hers, panting against her cheek as he held her close. His heart pounded beneath his hard chest. The throbbing beat echoed in her breasts, vibrated along her ribs and fell in sync with hers. Claire trembled in his arms, her whole body alive with arousal even after the mind-blowing orgasms. She tried to gather her wits, tried to pull herself together and think.
    "Damn. You burn me up when I touch you," he said.
    His whispered words only made it harder to clear her head. The gravelly tone of his voice, filled with need and awe, skittered down her spine to tingle in the pit of her belly.
    "I want to