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frustration, sent shivers bouncing along her skin. She envisioned him standing in his kitchen, his tight ass wrapped in those snug jeans, barefoot and shirtless. Her body parts tingled. It was hard to stay mad at Captain West.
    “My kitchen.”
    “Why did you leave?” he softly asked. His husky voice had changed from angry to concerned and with it she melted a little more.
    “Why didn’t you come back?” She threw at him.
    “I had a lot to straighten out.”
    So did she. “I have a lot to do to prepare for Veronica.”
    “Liar.”
    Running her fingers through her damp hair, Katy sat down on the sofa. “Simon, I do have a lot to do, and so do you.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I think—I want us to take a few days to collect ourselves and regroup.”
    “I’m collected.”
    “I’m not.”
    “So you’re going to turn into Houdini again?”
    Her spine stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means when the going gets tough, Katrina Winslow disappears.”
    “Don’t even pretend to know me that well, Simon!”
    “I know you better than you know yourself.”
    “You’re arrogant to think so!”
    “Am I?”
    “Knowing how I like to come doesn’t mean you know the essence of who I am.”
    “Oh, there you are very wrong, princess. Knowing how you like to come exposes your essence.” His voice dropped several octaves. “And I love your essence.”
    “It’s just sex.”
    “It’s much more than sex, don’t try to pretend it isn’t.”
    “Ok, it’s really good sex.”
    “Is that all I am to you then, a good time?”
    She wanted to be so much more to him. “You know you’re more than that.”
    “Then let me up.”
    “Go home, Simon.”
    “Where you are is home.”

 
     
     
     
    er heart lurched against her chest. Katy closed her eyes fortifying herself against Simon’s potent persuasion. “Don’t.”
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t use words like that to get under my skin.”
    “I mean them. Now buzz me up or I’ll kick this damn door in.”
    He would too. She buzzed him up.
    She couldn’t remember if she locked her front door or not. Just as she walked toward it, Simon strode in with a garment bag over his shoulder and a small leather duffel in his right hand. He tossed both onto the Dante divan, shut the door soundly behind him, locked it then turned cagey eyes on her. “When I tell you to stay put, you stay put.”
    “You can’t tell me what to do.”
    He stalked closer, like a panther watching, taunting, anticipating his prey to bolt so that he could chase it down and ravish it.
    “I can. You know why? You like it.”
    “Not in everything.”
    “No, just everywhere that counts.”
    Warmth infused her nether parts. “Don’t touch me, Simon,” she cautioned as she backed up. She needed to know she could control him and herself.
    “I’m not going to lay a finger on you.”
    Her chest rose and fell in shallow heaves. She swallowed. “You’re not?”
    “No.”
    She swallowed hard again. “Good, because I have work to do.”
    He looked past her to the laptop. “You’re breaking the law by having that.”
    “So arrest me,” she challenged.
    His green eyes blazed. “I should.”
    She held out her arms, wrists together. “I dare you.”
    “Do you want me to cuff you and take you in?”
    “Cuff me, maybe...” She hid her smile when Simon’s eyes dilated at her words. She didn’t know why she taunted him except that she never had a real say in what happened between them. Even sadder, she wasn’t sure she even wanted one and that couldn’t be healthy.
    “Taunt me with one and I’ll do both.”
    She shook her head and dropped her arms, disappointed that he didn’t turn her around, hook her up, bend her over the sofa and have his way with her. The image her mind conjured, of him roughly taking her from behind as she dug her nails into the sofa fabric, shook her. Breathless she said, “No you won’t.” If he did, it would only prove that