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Luna and he wasn’t ready for that. There was no way he could let Tess stay at Rowdie’s—it was too dangerous for a woman alone. So screw him, he had her now even though he’d just meant to talk to her, and then get out of her life. Better for both of them. He was no fucking good for her. He’d proved that by picking manic-assed Luna.
    His track record with women was screwed and he should have never toppled into bed with Tess. Damn the fact he couldn’t stop thinking about it, and damn the fact that she felt all curves and softness against his side. And really damn the fact she was so sweet that she made him ache for ...
    “Where are we going?” Tess whispered against his chin. She’d stopped trying to fight him after his explanation, and she’d softened into him. He could feel the fullness of her breast under his armpit. Hell. A woman like she was walked into a man’s life, what the hell was he supposed to do with that? He couldn't believe she’d just accepted his explanation, easy as that—no bitching.
    “I have a place Luna doesn’t know about,” he told her.
    She pressed closer into him and he liked it so much he held her there, keeping his eye on the road, as he turned his truck up into the low hills.
    “Luna is your wife?” she asked softly, her breath warming his jaw.
    He nodded, then added in a voice intended to warn her, “You do not want Luna fucking with you.” Tess stiffened against him, her hand curling into his chest. “I got you,” he assured her, finding himself not willing to scare her too much.
    Her temple touched his jaw as she looked down where they were pressed together. “You do not want Steven Navarro fucking with you,” she whispered. She clutched his shirt, tugging on it. His gaze caught hers as she lifted her head. “Really, Vincent.”
    What was this? He’d not gotten a read on Luna’s newest conquest. He’d had one of the teams at WTSF working a file on Navarro, but all he knew was only a couple hours old. He’d been kind of busy after finally tracking Luna to the man she was screwing. All he knew about Navarro was that he was a talent agent and Luna thought she was fucking flying high with him. Vincent knew she thought Navarro would get her the attention she craved like an addict.
    Vincent looked at the road, tightening his arm around Tess. “We’ll talk and you’ll tell me.” He felt her nod, then damn him if she didn’t lay her head on his shoulder and sigh.
    By the time he got to the place he’d carved out without Luna knowing about it—it was a small ranch with a smaller two-story house—all his intentions of talking and not fucking were flown on the wings of a hawk. All he had left was thinking about getting into all the softness Tess had ... and never getting out again.
    It rode him so hard, by the time he pulled up to his place in the dark and stopped his truck, he’d turned into Tess and had her mouth tilted up to kiss. At first she was startled, then seconds later she was moaning into his mouth.
    Then she was crawling up his chest. Then straddling his lap where he’d pulled her. “What the hell have you got on,” he growled against her mouth.
    “It clasps in the front,” she informed him, and he switched from trying to unhook her bra in the back, under her silky top ... to the front. Front was better. Way better. Plump, soft.
    “Vincent, we shouldn’t,” she whispered against his mouth. Then he had her breasts free and his thumbs brushed over the taut points of her nipples. “Oh,” she gasped breathily. “God,” she moaned.
    He lashed his tongue inside her mouth, then retreated, while cupping and squeezing her full breasts. “Too sweet. Got to have you,” he muttered.
    “Too hard. Got to have you,” she moaned, doing a twist of her hips and riding all her sweetness over his erection beneath his jeans. “But we still shouldn’t.”
    “Tess,” he growled. Meaning, shut up.
    “Vincent,” she whispered. Meaning, talk.
    “I’m