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Obviously Matthew had no idea what a woman like Lauren needed. But he sure as hell did. Go ahead, call him cocky. An arrogant son of a bitch. But one simple fact remained. He had what it took to make her moan—no, scream his name. His name.
    “And could he please you?”
    Her head jerked back. “What?”
    “Sex is a two-way street, Lauren.”
    A long moment of silence then, “No, he couldn’t. But that’s my fault because I can’t…” Her words fell off, and she lowered her eyes again, a pink stain of embarrassment all over her face.
    “Orgasm?” he said, finishing her sentence.
    A noise crawled out of her throat, and she covered her flushed face with her hands. “I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this.”
    Something inside him softened. She was embarrassed, afraid to put herself out there again, worried the experience would be disappointing for them both, and he’d humiliate her for it. Yeah, he really was going to punch that douche the next time they crossed paths.
    “I do,” he whispered, cupping the back of her head and brushing his thumb along her nape.
    She blinked up at him. “You do?”
    “Yeah, and I’m sorry for being such a jerk. I never should have forced you into this. It’s just that I want you, Lauren. I want you so fucking much. You’re all I can seem to think about.”
    “You do?” She blinked dark lashes over even darker eyes, bewilderment all over her face. “I am?”
    Christ, did she not know how gorgeous she was?
    Need whipped through him, his cock in agony as it pressed hard against his zipper. “Yeah. I close my eyes at night, and all I can see is you.” He paused and looked at her clothes, his gaze a slow, leisurely caress of her body. “You, dressed like this.” As much as he wanted to strip her naked and fuck her here and now, this changed everything. He briefly pinched his eyes shut and glanced upward. “You drive me crazy, in a good way, but I’m sure you never would have come home with me if I’d simply asked. You snarl whenever I come into a room.”
    She whacked him, and he felt it all the way to his cock. “I do not snarl.”
    His eyebrow cocked upward because she wasn’t being honest.
    “More like a sneer.” She smiled. “And, well, maybe I misjudged you.”
    “Probably not,” he said, laughing. He had a reputation, but one thing he’d never done was let a woman walk away from sex unfulfilled or feeling bad about herself.
    He scrubbed his hand over his chin, his thoughts racing. No way could he leave her here like this, thinking there was something wrong with her. There wasn’t. And he damn well wanted to prove it.
    “How about this. You give me this weekend. Let me show you how good sex can be, and that there is nothing wrong with you . Let me give you an orgasm, or ten.”
    Her eyes widened, and the needy little ripple trickling through her body reverberated through him. “But I can’t—”
    “I can.”
    “Linc…”
    He held his hands up, palms out. “Your call. No pressure. But I’m offering you two full days of sex. Let me learn your body, and when you’re comfortable enough, we can experiment. Anything you want.”
    Half-lidded eyes met his. She swallowed. “Anything?”
    “Anything,” he said softly. “And everything.”
    She went quiet for a long time, and he waited, letting her mull it over. Had he scared her off? A car sped by on the street, and the sound seemed to pull her back. He brushed his knuckles over her warm cheek. “What do you say, Lauren? How about we go somewhere quiet, no distractions. Let me make you come.”
    Please say yes .
    “Yes.”
    Thank fuck.
    “Did you pack a bag?”
    She nodded. “It’s right here.” She turned and grabbed a tote bag. Good. That meant there was a part of her that wanted this as much as he did.
    He leaned against the doorjamb. “Do you like key lime pie?”
    Her brow furrowed. “Yeah, why?”
    “I know this great place in the Keys that serves the best pie.”
    “The Keys?