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with his big strong hands. How would those hands feel on her bare skin? A bit rough but gentle probably, like his short growth of stubble, like the raspy sexy quality of his voice.
    Beth managed to nervously choke out around the heart lodged firmly in her throat, “Good. Let’s go.”
     

Chapter Four
    Damn. You never knew with some women. They could look all meek on the outside, but inside burned a sexual hellcat. Rick was finding that out now first hand, and he was not complaining.
    The subway ride from the train station to her stop had been uneventful. She’d held his hand, but kept blushing and looking away. She acted so shy he was convinced they would be going back to her apartment for herbal tea and maybe some PBS on television. That would have been fine with him though. Not only was she an interesting woman to talk to—he didn’t usually go for the cerebral types and it proved to be a nice change—but he might also be able to learn something useful about the behind the scenes workings within Grand Central that would help him with his assignment.
    Then in the elevator, somewhere between the lobby and the fifth floor, she got an undeniably interested look in her eye. Rick leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, just on a whim. He suddenly found his head held firmly in her grasp. She pressed her body against him as she opened her mouth and searched his. He let his tongue meet hers and tasted her wine mingled with his beer.
    What had started out as a fairly innocent kiss pretty much denigrated into an all out groping make out session for three more floors until the elevator binged and the door opened onto the hallway of her floor. Luckily none of Beth’s neighbors were around because neither one of them was in any shape to see anyone.
    He released her reluctantly at first, until he realized the sooner they got inside her apartment, the sooner they could be out of their clothes and he could be inside of her. That possibility looked more and more like a definite with each passing second. That was a good thing because he really wanted this woman. He wanted her so badly he was hard enough to feel his pulse throbbing in his cock.
    Rick looked on as she struggled to get the key into the door and flipped the two sets of locks while he imagined how smoothly he would slide into her over and over again. She was probably a missionary position type of girl. That would be fine to start. Then he would have to show her the virtues of a few other more interesting positions. She was tall and slender, but had all the right curves a woman should. She would look fine straddling him, or on her knees, or up against a wall, or bent over a desk…the mind boggled at the possibilities. And then he didn’t have to imagine how she would look or feel because they were inside. She had dumped her giant bag on the floor and was on him again, her mouth on his, her hands roaming over his chest.
    He kicked the door shut behind them as she clawed at his jacket to get it off him. He broke free. “Hold on, baby. I’ll do it.”
    Rick flung the jacket onto the floor on top of her bag and looked around. “Which door is the bedroom?”
    The slightly tipsy and very horny hellcat disappeared as quickly as she had come as Beth got a look of panic on her face at his question. He could have kicked himself in the ass for asking it so soon. Time for damage control. Rick brushed one hand lightly over her cheek while running the other up her arm. “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t usually do this.”
    He laughed. Of that he was certain, which made the recent turn of events on this date even more amazing. “I know. You’re not the type. I could see that the minute I laid eyes on you.”
    “Really?”
    He nodded and took one small step closer, bringing his body close to, but not quite touching, hers. “Really. But the fact is I like you, and I think you like me…” He continued, fairly confident he could charm the hellcat back to the surface. “And even