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images of him above her, naked and sweaty, driving into her body. It would only leave her feeling empty, wanting the real thing. Especially when the real thing was achingly close and not at all opposed to the idea either.
    Erin rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and sat up with a resigned sigh, swinging her feet to the carpeted floor.
    She eased open her bedroom door and crept down the hallway, stopping halfway to listen for the sounds of Sean snoring in sleep. When she didn’t hear anything but quiet, she continued until she was standing at the foot of her couch, wondering what in the hell she was going to do now that she was there. Follow her instincts, she supposed. Give in to the sudden feverishness of her libido. Get herself into trouble, no doubt.
    His eyes were open, watching her. Of course he is, he’s a cop, you nitwit. Did you think you’d be all stealthy and sneak up on him like a sex ninja?
    The filtered moonlight bathed one side of his face while the other side remained shadowed. He hadn’t bothered with the blanket, and he still wore his jeans, the top button undone for comfort, she guessed. And God help her, was it ever hot knowing how easy it would be to slide his zipper down and take him in hand, inside her, or into her mouth. His feet were crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his stomach as his chest rose and fell evenly. He didn’t speak, barely blinked, only waited for her to do something.
    So do something.
    Gathering her courage, Erin licked her lips and stepped to the side of the couch, then straddled his hips and sank down onto him. He sucked in a sharp, hissing breath the second their bodies touched. She caught his wrists when he reached for her and pinned them above his head on the pillow. With his kind of strength, it was a futile effort on her part, but he allowed it nonetheless.
    “Sometimes…after an intense emotional experience, people crave…sex,” she said, her voice just above a whisper and a little too shaky for her taste.
    She noticed the muscle in his jaw jump, felt his body tighten beneath her, his cock hardening behind his fly. She fought the urge to grind against that thick ridge of denim-covered heat.
    “You tryin’ to justify this in your mind? Assign it some sort of clinical explanation so it makes sense to you?”
    Wincing at the tinge of anger in his voice, she shook her head once, even though he was right. That was what she was doing, rationalizing, because in her brain, everything had to have a logical explanation. “I don’t know, maybe.”
    “So you weren’t feeling any chemistry between us before that guy collapsed?” he asked, curling his hands into fists, then releasing them. “Nothing at all?”
    Stalling, she dropped her chin to her chest, closed her eyes. If she said no, he would call her a liar, and he would be right about that too.
    Erin wasn’t a virgin, nor was she chaste. She’d enjoyed certain aspects of the few brief relationships she’d been in, including the sex. Well, mostly the sex. But never had she felt with any of those men the kind of soul-deep attraction she felt to Sean Rembert. It had been instantaneous and persistent, not waning once since the moment she’d laid eyes on him. Even as she’d worked on Henry, subconsciously she’d remained aware of his presence. It scared the hell out of her, and she had a feeling Sean knew that.
    “I didn’t expect to.” She met his gaze and found it tender. “Not like this.”
    The pulse in his wrists spiked beneath her grazing thumbs. His expression softened with her admission. “I guess that answers one of my questions then.”
    She nodded.
    “It’s okay to want something, Erin. Even if you don’t understand it.”
    Was he trying to convince himself with that sentiment as much as he was her?
    “I need to touch you,” he said. “Can I have my hands back now?”
    In that instant she knew he understood. Understood her confusion, her hesitancy, her desire to try to hold on to her