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disagreed.”
    “Ah.” That was all he could say to that. Jed hadn’t told him what went on, or why she was so sick by the end of the marriage. Or, what the hell that wreck was all about. But since her brother would be here soon, Duncan didn’t see the reason to pry. The scary thing is that he wanted to. He wanted to know just what the hell was going on with her, to know why she had that haunted look in her eyes.
    He cleared his throat. “Do you want to see the bedrooms?”
    She nodded and walked to the stairway. As she reached the top step, she tripped, falling forward slightly, losing her balance. Without thinking, Duncan reached for her, pulling her up and then against him before stepping up onto the floor. And as simple as that, his body heated again, his cock thumping against the zipper of his jeans. All those curves he’d been admiring since the day before were now plastered up against him. He had his hands around her waist.
    “Whoa, sorry about that,” she said, a hint of amusement threading her voice.
    “No problem.” Duncan was amazed he could even speak. Right now, he was fighting the urge to slip his hands up to her breasts.
    They stood like that for a few moments, the silence stretching out. Something changed in the air, the tension started to mount. Duncan closed his eyes and leaned closer to her. Apples and cinnamon.
    “Duncan?” Her voice had deepened and the low murmur sent another rush of hormones pulsing through his blood.
    “Yes?” He whispered the question, his lips inches from her ear.
    “You can let go now.”
    “Yeah?” He nuzzled the back of neck, nipping the sensitive flesh just behind her ear. Thea drew in a shuddering breath and relaxed against him. She wanted him, or was at least attracted to him. He wanted nothing more than to strip her of those tight jeans and sweater, put his mouth on her.
    “Duncan? Do you think we should be doing this?”
    He slipped his hands up to her breasts, and sighed when he felt her hardened nipples stab the palms of his hands.
    “Nope.” God, her skin tasted good. Sweet and hot, just like the woman. He could just imagine what it would be like to settled between her legs and taste her core.  Would it be as sweet?
    She moaned, the sound of it vibrating through him. He hadn’t gotten hot this fast since he was seventeen. He shifted his weight, pressing his shaft against her full ass. Need poured through him, as he slipped his hand up her sweater to cup her breast.
    Thea said his name, just a whispered breath, filled with the same need and want he had coursing through his veins. Without another thought, he turned her around then crowded her against the wall. Immediately, he pressed his mouth to hers. He slid his hands down to her ass, lifted her and pressed her against his groin. Thea lifted her legs and wound them around him. As she moaned into his mouth, he ground his cock against her. Even through their layers of clothing, he could feel her feminine heat.
    He slanted his lips over hers, stealing into her mouth for a taste. Just like her flesh, she tasted of sweetness and desire. He was seriously considering which bedroom to carry her to when a car horn sounded outside. They broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. A delightful blush crawled up into her cheeks.
    After several moments of silence, she asked, “Could you just let me down?”
    His fingers tightened on her rear end and for a split second, he thought about denying her. Of coaxing her into a kiss then taking her into one of the bedrooms. But this was Thea, his best friend’s little sister.
    Ever so slowly, he slid her down his body. He couldn’t hold back a groan as she pushed away from him. She inched around him then stepped back away from him.
    “What the hell was that about?” Her voice was still husky from unfulfilled passion.
    Still frustrated, he said, “If you don’t know what that was, I know why your marriage failed.”
    The moment he said it, he regretted the words. He