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break?”
    She kissed him—until he leaned out of reach. “I need you, Jett.”
    “I know you do.” Not as much as he needed her, though. “Tell me where you’re going.”
    She paused in her fevered attempt to connect with him. “I don’t understand you.”
    Closing his eyes, Jett stroked into her, filled her and relished her ragged moan of pleasure.
    Then he pulled almost all the way out again.
    “We both need this, honey.” Talking wasn’t easy, but he figured Natalie was worth the effort. “There’s nothing I enjoy more than being inside you.”
    She stared at him with wanton concentration. “Then take me.”
    He touched his mouth to her jaw, her temple, in light, soft kisses. “Let’s go one better, okay?”
    “How?”
    “We can start right here, right now.”
    She couldn’t hide her skepticism. “What is it you want?”
    A little trust. “Tell me where you’re going.”
    She drew a deep breath—and relented. “To a vacation lake in Tennessee.”
    It was still chilly for that. He’d expected her to say somewhere farther south, maybe in Florida since that’s where most people went on spring break.
    His thoughts scrambled, but he couldn’t think of a good reason for her choice. “Why there?”
    “It’s peaceful.”
    Okay. He got that. Peace and quiet sounded fine. But why go all the way to Tennessee for it?
    Jett cupped her jaw. “What will you do there?”
    Almost desperate, Natalie pleaded, “Make love to me, damn you.”
    He kissed her, longer and hotter this time, his tongue slipping over hers, twining. And because he couldn’t stop himself, he stroked into her. Deep.
    Immediately, she tightened around him, her heels digging into the small of his back as if to keep him there, a part of her.
    Hell, he didn’t want to move. Not yet.
    He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. “What’s at the lake, Natalie?” Lust made his tone more urgent. “Tell me.”
    She struggled with herself but finally gave in. “Anonymity.”
    Jett froze. A hell of a lot of people headed south for spring break. She could run into a student or one of the faculty members. But so what? Seeing someone she knew would matter only if…
    He stiffened, raising himself up the length of his arms. That position pressed their lower bodies closer together in exquisite contact.
    They stared at each other, him hot and irate, her soft and susceptible, both turned on.
    After a few seconds, her eyes closed and she shifted against him. “You’re filling me, Jett, and it’s so damn good. But God, I need you to move. ”
    Instead, he pressed a hand down between their bodies until he could touch her. She jerked in reaction, clenching around him so tightly that he shuddered.
    He wanted her. Bad.
    But a horrible suspicion overrode other sensations, gnawing at him, as sharp as a blade. As his fingertips played over her, he asked silkily, “You planning to do this with someone else, baby, is that it?”
    Her eyes flashed open and she gasped.
    “S’that why you want anonymity?” He searched her face, turbulent with dark emotions. “So you can carry on another no-strings affair while you’re away?”
    “You’re serious?”
    Pressing deeper into her, until he felt her womb, Jett staked a claim even while asking, “Is it?”
    Rigid indignation replaced the soft voluptuousness of her body. “Jerk!”
    Now furious, she pulled viciously at the restraints. He rested between her legs—was still inside her—but she tried to kick at him. The frenetic movements only managed to push him closer to the edge, making him groan.
    She twisted beneath him. “Get off!”
    Taken aback by her reaction, Jett gave her all his weight, pinning her down. He held her arms near the elbows, not wanting her to hurt herself. “If that’s not it, then why? ”
    Rancor had replaced the sexual haze. “You’re the hotshot private eye. You tell me.”
    Usually, even under the worst circumstances, Jett could think fast, piecing together clues to come up