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your teeth just behind the piercing.”
    She ran her hot tongue first around one nipple, then the other, paying both equal attention before she fastened her kiss-swollen lips around one and sucked, flicking the barbell with the tip of her tongue.
    Jed’s hips shot up off the chair, bucking against her as she nibbled and toyed with his piercings. “Fuck! You’re a fast learner.” He panted, finally forcing her to stop her sensual assault. “You gotta stop or I’m going to come in my pants like a damn virgin.”
    A confident smile quirked up one side of those talented lips.
    “Don’t get cocky on me just yet, sweetheart. I haven’t had my turn yet.” He leaned in, the tip of his tongue a breath away from finally tasting Abigail.
    His house phone chose that moment to ring, the trill so loud they both seemed to jump and freeze at the same time.
    Determined to ignore it, he rested his head on her collarbone and waited for the ringing to stop. They were both breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling beneath his touch. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin over her collarbone and she melted against him.
    The answering machine kicked on and suddenly the sound of Sherrie’s phone-sex voice filled the kitchen. Abigail scrambled off his lap so fast she almost fell on her ass. They stared at each other while Sherrie unknowingly ruined any chance Jed had of getting Abigail naked and satisfied this morning.
    “…left you like five text messages and you haven’t responded. I’m starting to think you don’t like me anymore.”
    He could practically see the pout on Sherrie’s obscenely red lips over the phone.
    “Well.” An exaggerated sigh. “I’ll be ready and waiting when you come to pick me up for our date tonight. Unless you want to just stay in, finish what we started last night.”
    The crazy chick moaned into the answering machine then, as if that would somehow make him scurry to her apartment and tear off his pants. The only thing that fake moan managed to accomplish was prompting Abigail to snatch the discarded shirt from the floor and drag it on quicker than he thought possible.
    “On second thought, maybe I’ll just wait for you naked, in bed. Ta-ta, darling.”
    Mercifully, she finally ended the call.
    Abigail averted her gaze, staring out the kitchen window as she said, “I guess it’s time you gave me a ride back to the shop.”
    Jed squeezed his eyes shut and silently cursed himself for not following his rule of breaking it off with one woman before starting up with another. As lousy as it was, he couldn’t dredge up any feelings of guilt or sadness over his impending breakup with Sherrie. The only person he held concern for was currently slamming out of his house through the screen door.
    The springs on the door snapped it shut, causing an ear-splitting bang, a bounce, and another series of smaller bangs, adequately punctuating the end of his intimate interlude with Abigail.
    Jed hung his head and scrubbed a hand through his hair.
    Fixing things with Abigail was not going to be easy, but he would find a way. She was his woman, from the moment their lips met—she just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter Five
     
    “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Abigail stomped onto the porch after grabbing her boots from Jed’s bedroom.
    It was still early enough the sun hadn’t had time to burn off the dew collected on the painted white wooden steps of the porch and when she sat down to pull on her boots, she got a nice wet ass for her effort.
    “Great. Perfect.” Grumbling to herself, she stood and tromped down the steps, making no effort to be quiet. She knew it was childish but damn it, she didn’t care.
    How could I have forgotten about Sherrie?
    Sure, she didn’t like the woman, but that was no excuse. She shoved her hands deep into the front pockets of her jeans and wandered over to the corral closest to Jed’s truck. Propping one boot on the lower rung of the weathered wood fence, she raked a hand through