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then fit his body against hers while he explored her mouth with his lips and tongue until she was dizzy with the delight and wonder and realization that this—this was what it was like to be thoroughly kissed and manhandled in the absolute best way.
    And his body, pressed full up against hers, was a thing of beauty. She snaked her hands along the firm ridges of muscle that lined his biceps, and let out a soft moan that caused him to deepen the kiss until she was certain she’d have dropped to a heap on the floor if his body hadn’t been wedging her against the door.
    It wasn’t fair, this mastery Brody had over women, the way he tangled his fingers in her hair and released the clip holding her hair up. His hand dove into her scalp and further enflamed her senses as he rocked his pelvis against hers.
    It was too much—all too much, just like that first kiss last winter. He overloaded her senses and made her want him, made her body weep with joy and need and all the things that were dangerous and bad.
    She pressed her palms against his chest and he groaned and God, she didn’t want to stop, wanted to see where this would go. She already knew where it would go—straight to her bedroom, where the two of them would end up naked and entwined. She’d entertained that fantasy so many times it was embarrassing.
    But it wasn’t going to become a reality.
    She tore her lips from his. “Brody. Stop.”
    To his credit, he did. He pulled his head back and looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes that melted her and made her wonder why she hesitated.
    She knew why. In some part of her sex-addled brain, she knew why.
    He dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “Yeah, this kiss was just as good as the first one, Tori. Don’t you think so?”
    God, yes. Even better, in fact. So much so she knew it could never happen again. She couldn’t lose everything that meant so much to her. Her job, Brody’s family, her friends. Him.
    “You should go,” she finally managed to say.
    “You should talk to me about why you’re hesitating.”
    “No, it’s the last thing we should talk about.”
    He took a deep breath and a step back, the evidence of his passion for her deliciously visible against the zipper of his jeans. Her fingers flexed. She wanted to snake her hands down his body and touch him, spend all night mapping his body with her hands, her mouth, her tongue.
    Dammit, she wished she didn’t care so much about all those things that she really did care about. Because right now all she craved was one night with Brody, just one night to explore those epic fantasies that had fueled her for so many years.
    Instead, she opened the front door, the blast of cool air doing nothing to ice down her raging libido.
    Brody looked at the open door, then back at her.
    “At some point, Tori, we’re going to talk about what’s holding you back.”
    She laid her head against the door and didn’t say anything.
    So Brody leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. “I think you’ll be surprised what a good listener I am. Night, Tori.”
    She watched him walk down the stairs. When he disappeared from sight, she shut the door and locked it.
    As she headed to the bedroom, every part of her body throbbed with unfulfilled sexual desire.
    No, there’d be no conversation with Brody. He could never know her fears.
    Or how crazy in love she was with him.

Chapter Five
    “Heard you drove my wife home the other night,” Wyatt said as they sat in a morning staff meeting.
    “Yup. She was well and truly wasted, man.”
    Wyatt grinned at Brody. “She said she had a great time with Tori—thanks for that, by the way,” he said to Tori. “She needed it after a shitty day.”
    Tori smiled. “It was my pleasure. She had the mother of all hangovers the next day.”
    “She told me that, too. She said it was well worth it.”
    “Sometimes you just need to tie one on,” Tori said. “Especially after a crappy week at work.”
    “Surely you’re not saying