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first,” he said, then nodded toward a drugstore on the corner.
    Dear Lord, she was so far gone that she’d forgotten about all that.
    â€œI wasn’t exactly planning on meeting you,” he said.
    She liked how he said that. Not “I wasn’t planning on having a night of wild sex.” Just that he hadn’t planned on her. Specifically her.
    Careful, Natalie. Wild sex was exactly what all this was. Nothing personal, nothing lasting.
    He tugged on her hand, and they walked to the corner. His hands were both smooth and rough. And warm. And big. His fingers were all but wedged between her slender ones. She shivered at the thought of where else they might wedge themselves.
    â€œCold?”
    It was early fall, but even now there was a bit of summer in the air. Though that wasn’t why she felt warm. She smiled at him and thought, What the hell. “Not hardly.”
    He grinned. “I think you ought to let Liza dress you more often. Brings out the wild side.”
    She laughed as they pushed into the drugstore. “Maybe it does.”
    What should have been an awkward errand surprise Natalie by turning into part of their foreplay.
    Jake kept her hand firmly in his as he wound his way up and down the aisles, looking for condoms. He glanced over at her, that grin playing around the corners of his mouth. “Ribbed or smooth?”
    She tried to play it cool, to keep her mouth from simply dropping open, but she couldn’t.
    He laughed. “I’ll choose.”
    So much for abandoning all her staid principles. But he didn’t make her feel self-conscious about it. In fact, she got the feeling he was rather enjoying teasing her. She was certain of it, when he stopped as they passed a refrigerated unit.
    â€œHmm.” He slid open one door and pulled out a slender canister. “Harbor any fantasies about whipped cream?”
    She tilted her head as if to ponder the question, when the truth was she’d never once thought about sex with whipped cream on top. “Give me a few minutes,” she finally said, when he raised his eyebrows.
    He laughed outright but put the can back. She was almost disappointed. Almost. Right now she only wanted him. Unadulterated.
    They made their way to the counter. She should have been uncomfortable, standing with him while he—orrather she—made such an obvious purchase, but instead she held the clerk’s rather direct gaze with a direct one of her own. Go ahead, she thought, judge me. But I’m going to be having a lot more fun in the next couple of hours than you will. Right then, she began to see why Liza indulged in this side of life.
    It was fun.
    Jake got the taxi. He gave the cabbie directions, then leaned back. The radio was blasting and the traffic was steadily picking up. They were both silent, but Jake still held her hand. As they made their way uptown, he began to trace small patterns on her palm with his fingertip.
    She didn’t squirm. Or lunge at him. But she wanted to do both. She’d assumed people who did this would be groping and tearing at each other’s clothes the whole way to their room. This wasn’t at all how she would have pictured it. It seemed so sedate. Detached. And yet, it was anything but. Sitting silently next to him, feeling his fingers on her palm, was extremely sensitizing. It al lowed her to think, to feel, to absorb. To imagine that fingertip brushing her in other places, slowly, lazily.
    He made her feel that there was all the time in the world and he intended to make good use of each and every second.
    Dear God, but she was dying to have him.
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    I T WASN’T AWKWARD at the hotel, either. They knew him there, but were discreet enough not raise an eyebrow when she slid her credit card across the desk. There was the briefest of moments when they asked about needing a bellman for their luggage, just enough to tell her that Jake didn’t typically show up with a woman on his