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and vodka, and she smelled all musky like she’d been aroused all night and her body had secreted a wonderfully erotic scent just for him. He pulled her in tighter, until he was afraid he might crush her with his strength, but he wanted her more than he had wanted any woman. As if he’d die if he didn’t have her right now, right where they stood.
    He cupped her breast, and slid his fingers over the thin fabric of her skimpy bra so he could feel her hardened nipple. He then slid his hand down between her legs and held it there, feeling the warmth of her, wanting to taste her, to touch her inside where she was soft and hot for him.
    But as much as he wanted every inch of her, he knew Rosie wasn’t the kind of girl who could make love to a man who would leave her. It about killed him to move away from her.
    “Rosie,” he whispered. “We can’t. I can’t do this.”
    She fell into him, resting her full weight on his body. “No, don’t stop. This is supposed to happen. I don’t want to be logical anymore. I’m letting go. You have to catch me.”
    They dropped to her white carpet. He cradled her in his arms on the way down. “I’m here for you, but I won’t stay, Rosie. It won’t last.”
    “I don’t care. I want you now. I’ve always wanted you. Since we were kids.”
    “Rosie, look at me.” They were lying alongside one another, her legs wrapped around his. Her body dangerously close. His resistance to her took every ounce of strength he had left. “You need a man who will be by your side for your entire life. I know you Rosie. I know the kind of girl you are. This is your home. Your town. You’ll never leave. You’re a hometown girl who needs a hometown boy. I’m not that person, Rosie.”
    “But you are. You’ve always been.”
    He ran his hand up the back of her lovely neck, and buried his fingers in her hair. “No. You just thought I was, but I never was. Not then. I didn’t know you then. Not like I do now.”
    Big, shiny tears began to slip from her eyes. “Take me with you. I’ve always wanted to be with you. Take me.”
    There comes a time in every man’s life when his own emotions overpower him. When he can’t hold back the intensity of his feelings. This was one of those times. He’d been falling for Rose, falling hard and fast, knowing it could never work out, until now. Not only did she get what he was all about, but she was willing to join him on his odyssey. Willing to drop everything in her life to follow him. That was simply too much. He knew he didn’t deserve her kind of love. Didn’t deserve her at all.
    His eyes welled with such force that tears tumbled out before he knew what was happening. Never had he experienced such a powerful sensation.
    Was it love?
    He didn’t know. He’d never been in love before, at least not like this.
    She kissed his eyes as he tried to stop the tears, then she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and lay her head on his bare chest. He caressed her back until he pulled himself together. Then as if she could sense it, she pushed herself up and kissed him again, angling her body on top of his.
    This time he would have her, all of her, and they’d think about their future tomorrow.
    * * *
    Rose awoke to the smell of coffee. She was in her bed, even though she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there.
    Naked.
    That, she remembered.
    Oh, sister, did she ever remember.
    Rose smiled and stretched, feeling like a wicked little kitten in the warm sun. She rolled out of bed, walked into her tile and polished chrome bathroom, opened the clear-glass shower door, turned on the water to just a few degrees just below scalding, and stepped into her luxurious shower.
    Not three minutes later, the glass door opened and Max stepped in with her.
    “Coffee or tea?” He asked as he dumped shampoo in his hand and lathered up his hair, looking but not touching her. His body lean and ripped with muscle.
    “Coffee, strong and black,” she told him as she lathered her