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the chair, holding on to her until she was standing, unwavering before him.
    Erin inhaled sharply, at a total loss for words. No one had ever talked to her that way. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop. That she couldn’t handle the overwhelming emotions that were starting to rise. God, the ladies would kill her if they knew she was ready to call retreat. She wasn’t being assertive. She wasn’t “going for it” as she should.
    An undeniably hot younger man was standing before her. Asking her blatantly personal questions that should have been making her blush. But they weren’t. They were making her ten times hornier than she’d ever imagined. But underneath the thrill of it all was a nagging kernel of doubt as to why was he even bothering with her. A woman ten years his senior.
    “It’s a simple question,” he said, releasing her arms and sliding his hands downward until he captured her wrists. He held her, no doubt able to feel her pulse drumming against his fingers, and she wet her lips, unsure what to say.
    “Do you want me to just find out for myself?” He reached for the snap of her jeans and the slight brush of his knuckles against her stomach made her gasp. Vanity had her tightening her abs and holding her breath. She felt the fabric loosen and she swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. Trying to harness a modicum of control, she exhaled slowly and looked upward until she met his heated gaze. And immediately lost her nerve.
    “I don’t think I can do this, Danny.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
    He bent his head and brushed his lips across the other side of her jaw, following the curve until he reached the sensitive spot of skin where her neck and shoulder met.
    “Do you have a problem with my age?” he asked softly, nipping lightly at the skin.
    She clenched her fists as a wave of lust danced through her body with a leisureliness that went beyond maddening.
    “No…maybe,” she sighed, exasperated just a bit. “It shouldn’t be an issue—”
    “Then don’t let it. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.” He kissed his way to her shoulder then shifted his body to one side before trailing openmouthed kisses to the swell of one breast. “Years in fact.”
    That couldn’t be true.
    “It started out purely physical,” he said, as if he had heard her thoughts. “Seeing you in that little purple and white tennis outfit you wore the day Linda called and told Zac and me we only had two hours to get everything your cocksucker of an ex had out of the house and onto the lawn.”
    He dipped his head and strands of hair tickled her skin. With the tip of his nose he traced a path into her cleavage and up the swell of her other breast and Erin automatically shifted her weight to offer him full access.
    “It’s the way the little skirt rode up every time you bent over. How the matching panties hugged your tight ass,” he said, slowly retracing his actions until his lips were once again pressed against the side of her neck.
    “When you went down on all fours and pulled that storage container full of old Playboys out from the back of his closet—I almost came in my Calvins . Underwear and jeans. I could have shot a load heavy enough to soak through both.”
    Oh my god.
    She hadn’t given her garb a bit of thought back then. Hadn’t realized the effect it could have on a man with a healthy libido. It hadn’t done a damn thing for her ex. There hadn’t been any studly -golf-pro-and-innocent-tennis-protégé role-playing going on at 839 Waverly Court.
    Danny leaned back and gave her a sinful smile. “I whacked off to that image more times than I can count and Zac probably did the same. But it’s not as physical anymore.”
    An inexplicably crushing weight hovered over her heart and Erin quickly looked away. She didn’t need him to tell her she was nowhere near the woman she had been. The latitude to play tennis three times a week and hit aerobic classes the other two had vanished