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left, why he was here in
Chicago, but didn’t want to ask.
    “Do you miss your family?”
    “Yeah. I see my brothers once in a while.” He gave her a
funny grin. “And my parents visit sometimes, when they can.” He paused. “You
must miss your parents.”
    “Well, I do. But to be honest, they weren’t around that
much, even when they were alive. They were both doctors and they did a lot of
work in Africa.”
    His brows rose. “Wow. Africa.”
    “Yeah. It was very noble of them. They felt a…a ‘calling’, I
suppose. But they’d be gone for months at a time.”
    “Let me guess. Leaving big sister Remi in charge.”
    “Yeah.” Her mouth twisted into a crooked smile. “And then
they were killed in a small plane crash in Somalia.”
    “Ah. That’s crappy.”
    She nodded. “Yeah. But we did okay.”
    “I see that.” He stroked a strand of hair back off her face,
sending heat sliding down from his touch.
    “Let’s talk abut happier things.”
    “How about….let’s not talk.”

Chapter Three
     
    Their mouths met and clung in a long, slow kiss. When they
drew apart, their eyes met. Jason’s breath stuck in his chest, his heart
thudding painfully. His eyelids felt heavy and then, like two magnets, he and
Remi fell on each other, their mouths meeting again, this time hard, hot and
hungry.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and practically crawled
onto his lap, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. She tasted delicious, sweet and
sparkly like champagne, with a hint of mint from the mojitos. His hands grabbed
her hips and pulled her closer and then she was on his lap, sideways on
the couch. He shifted his body, gently lowered her to the couch and moved over
her. He kissed her again and again until they both had to break for air,
panting.
    She licked her lips, staring at him wide-eyed. “Wow.”
    “Yeah. Wow.”
    And they went at it again, deep, seeking, open-mouthed
kisses. His hands stroked her everywhere he could reach, over her hips, her
waist, up the sides of her rib cage, thumbs resting just beneath her breasts,
then down to thighs bared by her skirt, which had ridden up indecently high.
Her skin was satiny warm and her body jerked when he found the sensitive skin
at the back of her knee.
    He was acutely aware of how tiny she was compared to him,
worried that he might hurt her, so he took care and didn’t let his weight rest
on her as he leaned over her to kiss her. She squirmed beneath him, arching
into him, and he lifted away from her.
    “What?” she gasped.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yes.” She blinked at him. “Of course I’m okay. Why are you
stopping?”
    Instead of answering, he just kissed her again, starving for
more of the taste and feel of her in his mouth. Their tongues played, her hands
wandered up and down his back, then slipped under his suit jacket. Through the
thin cotton of his shirt he felt her warmth and he wanted nothing between her
touch and his skin.
    He sat up again and tore his suit jacket off. Goddamn suits
and ties, he’d never understand why they had to wear these things on game days,
but apparently they had to look professional. He fumbled at his throat with the
knot of the tie, like a noose around his neck, and when he’d loosened it, he
popped open the first two buttons of his shirt. Ah. So much better.
    He took a deep breath and leaned back down to Remi, kissing her
again. Now her little hands tugged at his shirt and found their way beneath it
to his skin. He wanted to groan at the pleasure of it.
    He was so hard and full he ached with it, longing to press
himself against her softness, but he held himself back, again conscious of her
size, and his size, and the difference in their size. They kissed on and on,
hands roving, bodies writhing, skin heating.
    He had to feel more of her and he rose up to slide the tiny
straps of her top down her arms, dying to see the curves of her breasts. She
helped him by hitching her shoulders and then he peeled the sparkly top down