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twenty-five,” she told him, watching with a greedy, foreign ache in her belly at the way his strong hands controlled her car, her sex going warm and wet within her panties at the thought of those powerful hands working her body, controlling her pleasure.
    He turned his head and shot her another quick look. “Almost? You’re not even twenty-five yet?”
    “I, um, graduated early,” she murmured, feeling a thread of panic. “Is that...too young for you?” As much as guys spouted off about wanting women younger than they were, she knew there were a lot that drew the line at getting involved with someone they saw as “too young” for them.
    He didn’t say anything at first, and she wondered if she was going to do something awful, like burst into tears. Wow, wouldn’t that do wonders for convincing him she was mature enough for a hot, sexy affair? Then she caught the crooked smile twitching at the corner of his beautiful mouth, a bit of wryness to his tone as he said, “As long as you aren’t jailbait, Soph, I’m not sure there’s anything that could keep me away from you at this point.”
    Relief poured through her veins, pure and sweet. “How old are you?” she asked, guessing somewhere in his early thirties. His face held the rough attraction of maturity, but his lean, muscular physique looked as though he could’ve just walked off a college football field.
    “Almost thirty-five.” Arching one of his tawny brows, he shot her a curious look. “Too old for you?”
    She couldn’t help but laugh. “Hardly.”
    “Christ, I love the way you laugh,” he muttered under his breath, and she could have sworn they were going even faster as he overtook another car. But despite the speed, she could tell he was a skilled driver, and trusted him not to put them in danger. Feeling unusually safe, when she was usually a nervous passenger in a car, she studied his rugged profile and simply soaked in the pleasure of being with him, the cool air blowing in from the vents all but crackling with electricity.
    “What?” she asked, when he suddenly sucked in a deep breath.
    He shifted a bit in his seat, but kept his dark eyes focused hard on the road. “Are you on the Pill?”
    “Why?” The single word emerged as a breathless gasp, though that had more to do with the thought of feeling him inside her, skin on skin, than it did with the intimate nature of the question.
    Forging ahead, he said, “I just had a physical last month and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since months before that.”
    Surprise had her blinking, since she would have thought Chris’s bed enjoyed a steady stream of beautiful women.
    “What about you, Soph?”
    She blushed when she realized what he was asking her. “Oh, um, me too. I mean...I’m fine,” she stammered, a little dazed at the idea that Chris thought she had other men in her life.
    He exited the freeway and stopped at a red light, before sliding her another hot, heavy-lidded look that made her breath hitch. “I don’t fuck without protection, Sophie. Ever . But this...this is different. I’d be goddamn lying if I said I didn’t want to know what it feels like to be buried inside you without anything between us. So I’ll wear a condom for as long as you want me to, but if you decide you trust me enough to go in bare, just say the word and it’ll happen.”
    She made some kind of small, murmured sound of pleasure, even while the scientist in her was shouting that she couldn’t just take his word for anything. That she needed to be practical...logical. That she needed to be smart , and protect herself, in more ways than one.
    His jaw worked as he turned his attention back to the light, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter. “You still with me, Soph?”
    The bottom dropped out of her stomach at the husky words that held an unmistakable edge of emotion, and she shoved that niggling voice of doubt to the back of her mind, deciding to