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that money in his bank account
hadn’t changed him too much. For all she knew, he’d gut the place
and make it look like something glitzy and not the beautiful home
it could be. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was even
listening to her.
    Rhett just watched her, smiling to
himself.
    Taylor suddenly felt self-conscious
under his regard. She rushed past him. Before she could get away,
he grabbed her lightning quick and pulled her close, his lips on
hers in an instant. She shuddered, the electric feel of his mouth
on hers too good. Taylor didn’t fight his kiss; she needed it too
badly. Lifting up on tiptoes, she met his lips, seeking the feel of
his tongue on hers.
    Rhett kept the pace slow, languidly
tasting her as he held on to either side of her face. He was in no
hurry, which only made the need within her intensify. She reached
up and grasped handfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, trying to
urge Rhett to push deeper, kiss harder. She could feel him hard
against her. His thick cock was wedged against her stomach, and the
feel of it made her pussy clench and wetness pool between her
folds, readying for his entry.
    Rhett pulled away again, only making
her more frustrated. “You haven’t seen the upstairs,” he said
oddly, running a shaking hand through his hair.
    Taylor was glad to see he wasn’t
unaffected by the kisses, even if he was fighting the need she
sensed in him. She grabbed the waistband of the pants and headed
for the stairs. Rhett followed closely as she climbed, and she
wished he would touch her in some simple way, as she felt adrift at
the moment. Her body was flushed and preparing itself for his
caresses, yet he was suddenly distant.
    He had just gotten out of what had
apparently been a bad relationship. She shouldn’t push. No matter
how badly she wanted to.
    Taylor went from bedroom to bedroom,
not really looking at any of them. All she could think about was
that kiss and the scent of his flesh when he was against her. Rhett
continued to follow her as she wandered in and out
aimlessly.
    “ There’s one more secret
place I want to show you,” he said gruffly.
    He grasped her hand and took her down
the hallway and into what apparently was the master bedroom. A
French door sat in the middle of one wall, and he unlocked the bolt
and opened it. Outside was a long porch, enclosed with glass. The
sunroom lined almost one full side of the house. How had she never
noticed this little gem from outside?
    Furniture remained, covered with
sheets. She tugged them off to find an outdoor sofa and a small
table resting underneath. Taylor sat down, saw straight through the
trees and the moon shining off the surface of the pond.
    No wonder Lutz had caught her so
often! He had a prime view of his backyard and could see the end of
the trail that led back to her house. Taylor noticed the half-done
crossword puzzle sitting on the table and could almost feel the old
man sitting there, drinking coffee and waiting for the neighbor
brat so he could run her off. A smile came to her lips. Even with
him chasing after her, she sensed Mr. Lutz hadn’t really been mad
with her. She caught too many of his snickers and half-smiles as
she’d run away.
    The ghosts of this house hadn’t let it
go quite yet. Rhett might own the deed, but until he truly took
ownership, this was still Mr. Lutz’s house. The house creaked
around them as a strong gust of air hit the glass—talking to her.
Even the house appeared to think she was right.
    She felt so at home here, for some
reason. A cold night, with a near empty house, on the arm of her
teenaged crush of all people—yet she felt like she was exactly
where she was supposed to be.
    Rhett sat down beside her and pulled
her close, his body heat warming her up. “So what do you think?” he
asked.
    About what? She wasn’t sure how to answer that loaded
question. Taylor decided to go with the easy way out. “I think the
house has a lot of potential, and I hope you have fun