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    beating down my door, intent on dragging me off to their wacked-out parties.”
    There it was, that sparkle in her eyes and that broad smile that showcased her tempting kiss-me lips.
    Only this time she was looking at him, not a piece of paper. “Wild night?”
    “The wildest.”
    His groin tightened at the way she was studying him, and he knew he was walking a thin tightrope
    with her here, now, like this. Not only had it been way too freakin’ long since he’d been with any
    woman, but she was the trigger that seemed to shut down his brain. Realizing that fact was part of
    the reason he’d walked away from her three months ago in Puerto Rico. An even bigger part of the
    reason he hadn’t dragged her upstairs to his hotel room after his sister’s wedding and stripped her
    out of that clingy black dress with his hands and teeth and toes like he’d wanted to do that whole
    damn day. And the only reason he hadn’t contacted her since.
    Her eyes slid to his lips as he moved just a fraction of an inch closer. “I should probably go,” she
    said. But she didn’t move.
    “You haven’t finished yet.”
    “Finished what?” she asked, never once looking away from his mouth.
    “Your coffee.”
    “Oh. Right. That.” A hint of disappointment edged her words, and when she licked her lips in a suggestive move that made him visualize her mouth running down his bare chest and abdomen, all the
    blood in his head went due south, straight into his cock.
    He knew then, without a doubt, that she was feeling a little of the mind-numbing arousal he was.
    And hell if that didn’t jack him up more and shove the rational side of his brain to the wayside.
    Don’t do it.
    He rubbed his finger across her cheek and felt her tremor all the way in his feet. “I’ve got one question.”
    “Just one?”
    Her need-filled voice wasn’t helping. But before this went any further, he needed to know for sure.
    “Did you pick that bar at random, or did you know Players was my neighborhood hangout?”
    “Lisa might have mentioned it. Once or twice.”
    “I was afraid you’d say that.”
    He framed her face with his hands, lowered and took her mouth like he’d wanted to do for months.
    Like he’d kept himself from dreaming about doing for way too long. Her lips were soft, her sigh so
    damn sexy, he had to force himself not to rush. He brushed his lips over hers, slowly, gently, until
    her sigh turned into a moan and she was opening to take him in.
    Oh, man, this was why he hadn’t kissed her in Puerto Rico. One taste and he was a goner.
    He took the photo from her hand and set it back on the mantel while he slid his tongue into her
    mouth and tasted the sweetness of her kiss. He moved closer so their bodies were pressed up tight
    and her heart beat in time with his. The stand on the frame didn’t catch, and the picture toppled to
    the floor with a thud that didn’t faze either of them. And when she moaned again, he responded by
    threading his fingers into her curly blonde hair, tipping her head the other way and kissing her deeper.
    She was tall for a woman—close to five-nine, he guessed—but perfect against him where the tips of
    her breasts brushed his chest and the long line of her body came into contact with his. Her hands
    found his elbows, his stomach, his hips, and then it was his turn to groan as her tongue slid over and
    around his. And when she flexed her fingers to pull him close so his growing erection was pressing
    into the soft curve of her belly…the rational side of his brain that had been telling him this was a
    dangerous move shut down completely.
    He wished he’d ditched his gun and shoulder holster. That he’d thought to put clean sheets on his
    bed. That he’d had the foresight to buy condoms.
    Shit. He hadn’t bought condoms in over six months. Did he have any that were any good anymore?
    “Maxwell,” she whispered.
    He found the hem of her sweater and lifted, sliding his