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like an eager lion, ready to pounce.
    Her friendly, country-singer exterior had hidden a shy Siren who’d never really wanted a lover. Now her clock was ticking, and she’d found a man to make her mouth water. Her fist closed around his cock—almost. Even the guys in the few porn films she’d watched weren’t hung as well as Jase. Thick and hot, his dick twitched within her hand. A drop of precum spilled across its head.
    When she stroked his length, his cock jerked again, so she squeezed it tighter. Jase shuddered and closed his eyes in bliss. Heady with feminine power, Lindy was primed and ready, her pussy damp, her spirit eager, but she wanted to taste his pretty pink penis. Torn, unsure whether to suck his lower lip or kneel and nibble his cock, she froze in his arms.
    Jase blinked and shuddered again. His eyes darkened, and the stern, frosty look was back on his face. When he stepped back, she missed the heat of his body pressing against hers. His eyebrows drew together into the fiercest frown she’d ever seen. With a low, angry growl, he picked her up and dropped her on the bed so hard she bounced. “Save it for someone who’s interested.”
    The bastard. He’s playing me, and I need him so badly.
    Her bruised ribs protested, right along with her wrist. Hot desire pooled between her legs, and she wanted…the one man who didn’t want her back. Sure, she could sing him into submission, but she refused to enthrall Jase into her bed. Either he came willingly, or she’d move on and bed another—maybe.
    Sirens didn’t cry, but she’d rather he stabbed a knife in her heart than turn his don’t-touch-me-again glare on her again. Hurt turned to anger, and her body trembled with fury. Sarcastic comments welled up inside her, but Jase backed toward the door.
    That grin was devastating, so sexy her toes curled, but his stare was a winter storm on her summer’s day. “Your bathroom’s through there. Either sleep, or come downstairs after you’ve made yourself look a bit more respectable. We can talk tonight or in the morning. I don’t much care which, but Saul owes us both some answers.”
    Lindy burned for him, even if she only wanted a one-night stand. With him, her virginity was an endangered species whether Neptune hunted her or not.
    Her nipples puckered into tight little rosebuds as her sexual appetite growled for fulfillment and full-on sex. Screwing Jase would be like a shot of the heroin or cocaine she’d seen humans spaced-out on. She just hoped he didn’t prove as addictive—not that she was likely to find out.
    If she didn’t watch her back, or more truthfully her heart, he’d make her crave the things she’d didn’t want. The things Sirens could never have, like a faithful lover and a family.
    Desperate to get laid, she smiled her most seductive Siren’s smile. “Or you could come in about a half an hour and see if I scrub up as well as you said.”
    His voice turned arctic, and he headed for the door. “Let’s get one thing clear from the start. Saul was the idiot rushing off to your rescue. I just went along for the ride. Bat your eyelashes at him, princess. I’m immune to a Siren’s charms.”
    She so wished she’d kept hold of her boots; then she could have flung them at his head all over again. This time, she wouldn’t miss. Only, her body still craved his, and whatever he said, she had two days to get laid. The hunger pulsing inside was pure lust and longing. She’d want to bed him even if Neptune hadn’t named her as the solstice sacrifice, but no way would she pander to his ego and tell him that.
    A one-night stand, remember? Then I’ve got to move on . Her body clamored for Jase, but her rational side demanded respect as well as sex. Despite everything, her doubts came a poor second to her lust. She must be more of a sex-hungry Siren than she’d realized, but she could use that to her advantage.
    Couldn’t she?

Chapter Four
    Sirens were the fiercest females on the