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is my command.” With a salute
he went to the bench, settling beside her, their bodies smashed close together.
            A soft little huff of laughter left her
when he slipped his arm around her shoulders. “I didn’t think it would be this
easy.”
            “What
would be this easy?”
            “Talking to you.” She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. Again, she was very direct, with no
bullshit apparent. He found that characteristic arousing as well. “I haven’t
seen you since the night in the closet. I thought you hated me.” He chuckled. “The
very last thing I feel for you is hate.”
            “Oh really? What
do you feel for me then?”
            Unadulterated, instant
attraction? Uncontrollable lust? His dick
stirred, having her so close, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to send him
into a full-fledged hard on.
            Just smelling her sweet, unique scent had
him close enough to the edge as it was.
            “I like you,” he admitted. The moment the
simple words fell from his lips, he realized they didn’t even come close to
encompassing exactly what he thought of her.
            What he felt for her.
            She smiled, reached out and drew her
finger down his cheek. “I like you too.” The wind howled, as if in protest and
she leaned in closer, her tequila-tinged breath wafting across his lips. He had
a feeling she was a little buzzed, but he didn’t care.
            He’d put back a few beers, too, didn’t
really have a buzz on but he certainly felt lust-drunk having her so near.
            Lanie the pretty
nurse who accosted him in a closet downright made his head spin.
            Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, and
then pushed his fingers into her hair.
            Silky soft, the strands wound around his
fingers. Her eyes slid closed on a sigh. “It’s too damn cold to be out here.”
            “Then
we need to keep each other warm.” A wicked smile curved her lips when he pulled
her close with his arm still around her shoulders. She draped her arm around
his middle and beneath his flannel shirt, her fingers splayed across his
stomach.
            The wind blew like a bitch and the iron
bench chilled his ass even through his jeans, but he forgot all about it when
his lips connected with hers. Poof, all thought of nasty weather was gone. All
he could concentrate on was the taste of her, the way her tongue danced with
his, how her fingers slid beneath his shirt and touched the bare skin of his
abdomen…
            He jolted when she slid her hand down and
executed a subtle brush against the fly of his jeans, he tore his mouth from hers when she boldly cupped him, her fingers firm around
his stiffening cock.
            “Slow down,” he murmured against her
fragrant neck, nibbling and kissing a path down the elegant length of it. “There’s
no rush.”
            She tipped her head back, giving him
better access. “The second I get near you, all I can think about is rushing. It’s
all I want—staring into your eyes, getting my hands on you, kissing you—you’re
all I think about.”
            It pleased him that the feeling was
mutual. The chemistry between them had been strong from the get go but this.
Only the second time he’d kissed her and he was already raring to go. It was
almost embarrassing, how much he wanted her.
            But she wanted him just
as much, and he wasn’t about to deny a strong woman what she wanted.
            Their
mouths met again easily, the fit perfect, the tangle of their tongues a sexy,
heated glide. He was hot, his skin felt on fire, even with the wind whipping
around them and he slid his hands all over her, slowly. Testing
the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, then moving upward to brush
against her ripe breasts.
            Her hands were just as busy, though they
were particularly focused on the fly of his jeans.