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conscious of the way his eyes followed the
movement. She had the strongest urge to flirt with him. That was … odd. She
never flirted. Most men didn't appreciate a woman of her height making
advances. It seemed to freak them out. She wasn't sure Jasper even noticed how
tall she was.
    “How long
have you owned this place?”
    “It's
been in my family for generations,” he said, leading her to the left. “I was
just heading to the kitchen for some milk when I saw you outside. Would you
like some?”
    She
halted. He drank milk? “Milk? Seriously?”
    He
grinned, looking strangely boyish. “I like milk.”
    She
blinked. What the hell. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good.”
    In the
kitchen, he opened what looked like a cabinet, but which turned out to be some
kind of custom refrigerator. The only thing inside was a half-gallon of milk.
He opened another cabinet and pulled out two glasses.
    “All you
have is milk?” She eyed the gorgeous, custom wood surfaces of the cabinets and
the granite counter and wondered how much it had cost to create a space so
beautiful yet functional.
    “And
water. I haven't had time to go shopping for more, yet. I was too busy updating
the bedrooms and bathrooms.” He handed her a half-full glass.
    She
sipped at it, relishing the foamy sweetness of whole milk. “It's good.” She had
to smile. She'd never expected she would end up in here, drinking milk with the
most handsome man she'd ever met.
    He smiled
at her over his glass. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
    “House? It's more like a mansion.”
    “Yes,
well, more people used to live here.” His smile faded as he took her empty
tumbler and set it in the stainless steel sink.
    She bit
her lip, wondering what she'd said.
    He ran a
hand down the counter and looked out the bay window. His shoulders were stiff.
    “Maybe I
should go.” She started for the door.
    “No.”
    He moved
so fast she blinked in astonishment. His hand was on her arm.
    “You're
obviously upset. I don't want to intrude,” she said uncomfortably. What she
didn't add was that she'd come here to be alone. Dealing with a suddenly prickly
male wasn't on her list of fun things to do on a Friday night when all she
wanted was some peace and quiet.
    “I'm
sorry.” His thumb worried the fabric of her sweater. “Unwelcome memories have a
way of sneaking up on a person.”
    She
looked at his face. He meant what he said. Unwillingly, she relaxed. He smiled
and opened his mouth to say more, but she put a finger to his lips, shocking
them both. His eyes widened.
    “ Shhh ,” she ordered. He blinked. She didn't say anything
more. Instead, she let her fingertip trace the soft fullness of his lower lip.
His breathing sped up.
    “What are
you doing?” he whispered.
    She shook
her head and slid a hand around his neck. “Come here.”
    He bent
down and she kissed him gently, as if to apologize for all the pain he'd
obviously suffered. Or maybe to assuage her own pain, she wasn’t sure. It
didn’t matter, anyway.
    Jasper
gasped and she kissed him again, trying to will peace into his body. She felt
like she stood outside of herself, watching her body do things that made no
sense. She'd never kissed a stranger before. Never wanted to
offer comfort to a man. When she tried to pull away, he groaned and
gathered her up, taking control of the kiss. He coaxed her mouth open. She
shuddered and he crowded her back against the wall near the door, his tongue
painting designs on her lips, her teeth, taunting her with his expertise.
    “What are
we doing?” she gasped.
    He
answered by wedging his thigh between her legs. She closed her eyes and tipped
her head back at the feel of him. He kissed her jaw and claimed her mouth
again, without ever answering her question. She knew he didn't have a response.
She slid her hands into his hair and held on. He growled and pressed against
her body, wedging his thick cock against her hip. She bit his lip and kissed
him back, reveling in the