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He pulled stuff out of the bags, his back to her, though he knew every move she made as if he were watching. “I got fries, onion rings, and cole slaw.”
    “Jesus, Utah,” she exclaimed as she took in the food. “Is it just the two of us or did you invite the whole town?”
    “Tah,” he corrected, not quite sure why it was important she call him that but understanding and accepting that it was. He shrugged his shoulders. “I eat a lot.”
    She ran those blue eyes over him from head to toe. He heard her indrawn breath as she took in the bulge of the erection he couldn’t hide. He wanted her, and he was tired of pretending otherwise.
    She cleared her throat and took the remaining chair at the table. She didn’t comment on his cock as she pulled a burger toward her and opened the other burger boxes with the veggies, picking out the things she wanted. Grabbing a packet of each condiment, she squirted them on before replacing the top bun. Then she groaned as she took a bite and chewed.
    Utah almost swallowed his tongue. He really wanted to be the cause of those little sounds of pleasure.
    “Aren’t you eating?” she asked as he stood there watching.
    He nodded and went about fixing a burger for himself before sitting on the side of the bed and devouring it. He grabbed another and had it finished before she’d managed half of hers. “Isn’t yours good?”
    She nodded as she swallowed the bite in her mouth. “Yes, but my appetite isn’t as big as yours. You really pack the food away,” she noted as he grabbed the last of the four burgers he’d ordered.
    “I’m a big guy.” Why did he feel compelled to defend his appetite?
    Her glance flicked down to his straining erection and skittered away before she nodded in agreement. “Yes, you are,” she added under her breath, but he heard her and couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips.
    “Anything?” he asked, nodding toward the television.
    “I haven’t seen anything about Southy.”
    “Southy? You knew him?”
    She shook her head. “His voice sounded like he’d spent some time in the south. He wore boots,” she said it matter-of-factly as if that explained everything.
    “The other one?”
    “Whiney.”
    He snorted at that. He’d be pissed if someone called him a name like that. “We need to talk, Abby.”
    She nodded her head and put her hand up in a poor attempt to disguise a jaw-shattering yawn.
    He twisted his neck, working the kinks out as best he could. “Maybe we need sleep first,” he admitted.
    Her gaze fell to the bed then moved to the table as she began gathering up the trash. “About that…”
    “About what?” he prompted when her voice tapered off.
    She threw the trash away and turned to face him, picking up the towel she’d used on her hair and moving to cross the room. “The bed.”
    He stepped in front of her, blocking her way. “What about the bed?”
    “There’s only one.”
    “The motel doesn’t have any double rooms.” At least as far as he was concerned. He hadn’t asked.
    She narrowed her eyes at him as if preparing to call him a liar. He just crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her.
    “I’m not comfortable sleeping with you.” Her voice was soft, and his gut clenched at the lost look in her eyes, at the hunger he could see, as well as smell. She wanted him.
    He moved in, running his hands up her arms to bury in her hair. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t do anything to stop him when he lowered his head and took her mouth with his. He pressed his lips to hers, licked over her bottom lip and nipped it softly with his teeth in an effort to get her to open up for him.
    When she didn’t comply, he worked his mouth along her jaw to her earlobe. His tongue flicked the lobe before he nipped it with his teeth, and Abby gasped. He pulled back his gaze latching onto the parted curves before he dove and took, his tongue surging past her lips and teeth to find hers and wrapping around it.
    She was up