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you.”
    The husky promise pulled a squeak from her throat, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, heat rushing to her face.
    Panic and something quite wonderful stole her breath. He stepped into her, hot unyielding skin pressed against her palms, and the smallest scattering of hair tickled the sensitive pads of her fingers. She swallowed against the lump in her throat.
    The light in his eyes held hers and she froze, unable to move.
    “There’s something between us. Has been since the night we met.”
    Sam closed her eyes, but when he slid her hands around his neck, she snapped them open.
    He stepped in, crowding her, gathering her body into his arms and up against his length. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession—in time with hers. Lips, full and wide, hovered over hers for a beat, and he whispered. “Admit it.”
    His warm breath wafted over her skin and goose bumps bloomed down her neck and chest. God yes . She was ready for a fling, for some fun with a gorgeous man who’d taken up way too much of her brain space. She didn’t want to wait any longer, so she leaned in, stopping a hair’s breadth from his lips and whispered, “Kiss me.”
    His quick grin and squeeze of her hips with his hands teased. He barely brushed his mouth over hers, leaving a tingle behind.
    His heart thundered against her breasts, and the most delicious sensation rolled low in her belly. Finally.
    Closing her eyes, she closed the distance between the heat of their wanting lips.
    Gage brushed his lips against hers, absorbing her, pulling her tighter against him, releasing a rush of heat from her center through her limbs.
    Something akin to breathing again washed over her.
    She coiled her arms about his head and shifted higher in his embrace, kissing him back with all the pent-up woman she’d shoved down for so long. He moaned low in his throat, and a surge of power tightened her grip around his neck. Yes. This is what she wanted, what she needed.
    Gage lifted her to the counter, and with a wide sweep of his hand, odds and ends crashed to the floor. The action, raw and hurried, called to a part of her she just realized existed. He wedged his hips between her knees, and she wrapped her legs about his waist, celebrating his lack of restraint.
    “God, Sam, I’ve wanted to taste you forever,” he whispered against her skin as he brushed his lips along her jaw and down her neck.
    Her head fell back, and she kneaded his shoulders, lost as fingers of the most delicious fire licked up her spine and spread along her skull. She couldn’t breathe, yet he was all the air she needed. She couldn’t think, yet he filled her mind.
    He found his way back to her mouth, his lips gliding in a whispered caress as his tongue slid against her own. She pressed into him, desperate to get closer, losing herself in the feeling of being desired.
    Someone pounded on the door and they froze. “The rain’s stopped. Five minutes until shooting, Mr. Cutler.”
    “Fuck.”
    Sam swallowed, wanting to giggle, but the effort would cost too much. “You aren’t finished?”
    He pulled back just enough for her to see his eyes narrow with an intensity she felt to her toes. “I’m not nearly finished.”
    She pulled in a shaky breath.
    Stepping to the door, he leaned over and grabbed a dry shirt from the couch and then pulled it over his head. She stared at the striations of his muscles until he cleared his throat. She snapped her eyes back to his.
    “We’re not done yet, Sam.” He opened the door and stepped out into the rain.
    She stood where he’d left her, her heart pounding in her ears. She pressed her lips together and then opened her mouth, trying to form with her lips what her brain couldn’t quite wrap itself around. I want to do that again.
    She slid from the counter top, taken by surprise. She wanted the rush, the heat, the power. A smile stretched her mouth, and she dragged her lower lip through her teeth.
    This connection to Gage might be just what