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patterns I come up with.”
    “So you weren’t a kid who liked to color within the lines.”
    “Oh, but I did. I hated to screw up. So the first time I
painted, I decided no rules would apply. I’d just do whatever gave me pleasure.”
    Jeff brought his focus back front and center. He edged his
fingertip down to where her arm touched the uppermost part of her breast.
“According to you, pleasure’s not something you worry about a whole lot.”
    Her pulse accelerated while his beautiful eyes assessed her
openly. “I believe in truth in advertising,” she said in a husky voice that
didn’t sound altogether like her. She liked it. “I may not rock your world,
Jeff.”
    “You think not?” He tugged on the strap of her smock,
eliciting a gasp as the material stimulated her hypersensitive breasts. “And
where’s that coming from? That fucking lout who’s probably balling my baby
sister right now?”
    At her wince, he blew out a breath. “Sorry. Awkward.”
    “I was wincing for her, not me.” She stepped closer and lifted
her hand to his hair, threading her fingers through the honey oak-colored
strands. “I’m here with you.”
    He resumed stroking her shoulder, this time nudging the
strap down. The pad of his thumb darted over her skin, as if he were playing
connect the dots with her freckles. “You’re sure this is okay?”
    “I’ve always had inconsistent periods. I’m on birth
control.”
    He let out a baffled laugh. “That’s not what I meant. I
picked up condoms. Hell, I’m not used to discussing this so bloodlessly.”
    “Better that way, don’t you think? Less room for
misunderstandings.”
    “I suppose. I meant…emotionally. You won’t cry or something
after, will you?”
    “Depends.” She smiled as she reached up to unbind her hair.
“Don’t give me a reason to cry and we should be fine.”
    “Not on the agenda.”
    She looped her hairband on one corner of her easel. “Good.
Never been a fan of crying.”
    “How about screaming?”
    “Never had anything to scream about.”
    He watched her pull apart her braid, seemingly fascinated by
each loosened hank of wavy, dark hair. “Open to changing that?”

Chapter Three
     
    It took Karyn a minute to formulate an answer. Acting sexy
didn’t come easily to her. Or it hadn’t in the past. Right now she felt more
natural than she ever had before.
    “Maybe I could be persuaded.” Oh, could she ever. She gave
him her best saucy smile, though she had no clue if the attempt worked or fell
flat. “With enough incentive.”
    Jeff gave her a grin that lit up his truly magnificent eyes.
He angled his head, lowering his mouth while she rose up on her toes to meet
him.
    “And we’re off,” she murmured.
    She expected an easy kiss. Good, perhaps, but not intense.
He seemed like a low-key, moderately passionate person. As she’d been, without
the right stimulation.
    Without this .
    What she got was a glancing blow of lips that soon turned to
a furious meshing of mouths and teeth. It wasn’t elegant. It was messy and
rough and God help her, bordered on dirty.
    “Open up for me,” he grated.
    She parted her lips, her head tipping back as he drove
inside. His tongue was hot and insistent, almost as much as the body he pressed
to hers. The length between his thighs dug into her stomach, solidifying the
reality of the situation.
    He was as hard as a steel beam. For her .
    If they hadn’t been kissing already, she would’ve thrown herself
in his arms. Here was what she’d been missing so desperately—a reminder she
wasn’t just a discarded wife, a teacher, a woman with an empty home to tend.
Even if she’d forgotten, he’d seen the truth inside her just begging to be set
free.
    “Mmm, latte. Peppermint, espresso.” He pressed his lips
together as if sealing her flavor between them. “On you, bitter tastes good.”
    She would’ve blushed normally. But his avid perusal made her
bold and she found herself straining toward him for more.
    He