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“You’re quite the talker.”
    “I’m stating the obvious. It’s only going to be a matter of time before we’re doing it, so stop acting like what I’m saying is so shocking.” He reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her toward him. “Don’t fight it.” He set the mug down on the counter. “Go with it.”
    “Why are you being so persistent? A few months ago you walked away with no problem.”
    “I made a mistake.” He rested his gaze on her cleavage. “I thought you’d be easy to walk away from, but I was wrong, and I’m willing to admit that.”
    “But you haven’t changed your mind about it being nothing more than sex?”
    “No.” He dipped his head to kiss her neck. “I promise the sex will be really good though.”
    “I’m sure it would be, but—”
    “Shh.” He slid his hand up her stomach and over her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response. “I know you feel this. Every time we’re together it gets harder to hold back.”
    She couldn’t deny that. “We have chemistry,” she agreed. “Lots of people do, but they don’t have to act on it.”
    “We already are.” He nudged her flush against his hard form. “Feel what you’re doing to me.”
    “Holt,” she whispered when he swiped his thumb over her nipple. “I can’t, I mean, we shouldn’t...”
    “Yeah, we should.” Without any more persuasion, his mouth was on hers, his teeth grazing her lips as he pulled her mouth open and swirled his tongue around hers. When he cupped her backside, a warm rush of arousal dampened her panties.
    She sighed into him as she ran her hands along his taut chest and shoulders. His warm flesh still heated from the shower drove her wild. She imagined him covering her naked body with his own as he drove deep inside her.
    He lifted her up and spun her around, sitting her on the counter. He slipped the strap of her tank top down, revealing her breasts to him as they spilled out of her sports bra. Her head told her to stop, but her body led the way. She wrapped her legs around his hips, rocking into his hard abs as he licked and kissed her chest, his hot breath creating a delicious trail.
    “We should probably take this to my bedroom.” He caressed her neck as he kissed her jaw. “Now.”
    His bedroom? At nine in the morning? With Ryder in the next room? God help her, she wanted to say yes. But she couldn’t.
    “No.” She pressed her palms into his chest, trying to regain some composure.
    “No?” He nipped at her bottom lip. “You want to do it right here?”
    “We’re not going to do it.” She wiggled out of his hold and slipped off the counter, taking a few steps back to create some distance as she fixed her bra and shirt. His scent lingered on her skin.
    Hell! Why does he have to look so good?
    “What’s the game?” When he leaned against the counter, she could see his impressive excitement poking into the towel.
    “There’s no game.” At least she wasn’t the one playing any games.
    “Bullshit. I feel it every time I touch you.” He picked up his mug. “Why are you pulling back?”
    “Because all you ever do is touch me. Can’t you see how explosive we are? How fast things heat up?”
    “That’s not a problem for me. It tells me the sex is going to be fuckin’ amazing.”
    “Maybe I’m not looking for amazing sex.”
    “What?” He looked like he might choke on the air between them.
    “Amazing sex is great.” Until now sex had been mediocre for her. She hadn’t had that many partners, and the few sexual encounters she had were usually with frat guys who’d had too much to drink. “But a relationship can’t be about sex and nothing else.”
    “A relationship?” Confusion spread across his face faster than poison ivy covered the skin, but he looked just as uncomfortable as he would if he were suffering from the itchy condition.
    “A foreign concept to you, I know. I read the tabloids.” His reputation was the reason she warned herself to