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jerk in a hungry response. He stared down at it, watching the peaks hardening slowly, becoming engorged as she shivered within whatever dream held her. Sensual pleasure.
    “Terrie. Wake up.” He spoke louder this time, touching her cheek as her eyes flew open.
    She blinked for a second, her gaze drowsy at first as she focused on him. Sensual heat lit her gaze as her lips parted in surprise, her eyes darkening with drowsy sexuality.
    “Jesse?” she whispered, her voice husky and dark as she watched him.
    She shifted lazily, unaware of the blanket slipping as she did so, the edge catching then falling away from the loop that pierced her nipple. God help him. His whole body tightened. Beaten gold lay against the dark rose areola, looping into the nipple, providing a decadent temptation to his hungry senses. He wondered if she would whimper when he gripped the little loop in his teeth and tugged at it sensually.
    “Wake up.” He tucked the blanket over the swell of her breasts. Out of sight was not out of mind, though. “We need to talk.”
    She blinked again. “Talk?”
    Her awakening senses were lazy as hell, he knew. Terrie didn’t just jump out of the bed. She was like a kitten, drowsy, stretching, accustoming herself to reality before stepping into it.
    “Come on, lazy bones. Coffee should be ready, and we can talk.” He patted her thigh. He wanted to pat something else instead.
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    She frowned slowly. “I thought I was angry with you?”
    Yep, that was his Terrie. Bright-eyed and raring to go.
    “You were?” He kept his tone deliberately casual. “Well, you might be madder before the morning’s out. Come on,darlin ’, rise and shine.”
    He rose to his feet as she thought about that for a minute. She rubbed her eyes then yawned softly behind her hand as she struggled to sit up. He gave her another minute then turned and headed quickly to the kitchen for the coffee.
    “Hey,” her voice echoed through the house just seconds before she stomped into the kitchen.
    He was waiting. He met her at the table, pressed her back into a chair then placed the mug before her.
    The scent of rich, addicting coffee steamed in temptation beneath the cute little twitch of her nose.
    She was still buttoning the overlarge man’s shirt that had lain by the couch as she slept. His shirt. His body clenched in reaction at the thought of her lounging around in the shirts he had forgotten here. This one he had used while helping her paint one of the rooms. The paint still stained it.
    “You’re still in trouble,” she muttered as she wrapped her fingers around the mug. “Why the hell are you here anyway?”
    Disgruntled, drowsy and clearly remembering exactly why she was angry with him, Jesse thought as he hid his smile. He didn’t care much for the welling tenderness that tightened his chest, though. Damn if she couldn’t disarm him as quickly as she could arouse him.
    “Because you’re so cheerful in the morning.” He grinned as he carried his own cup to the table and sat down across from her. “My little ray of sunshine.”
    She shot him a look that was anything but light and uplifting. He hid his smile behind his cup, watching her carefully.
    “Cut the crap, Jesse.” She pushed her fingers through her hair, sending strands of silk flowing behind her shoulders. “Tell me what the hell you want so I can go back to sleep.”
    Yep, that was his Terrie. So sweet and gracious she could melt the hardest heart. She had his. Years ago. But it wasn’t his heart that needed relief at the moment; it was his cock. Through the long, sleepless night he had come to several decisions where Terrie was concerned. First and foremost being he was tired of waiting. He wanted her with an intensity that bordered on obsession and, by God, he was about to do something about it.

Chapter Four
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