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own. “You’re somethin’.” His lips turned up on an amused grin.
    “Thanks.” I shrugged. “How old are you?”
    “Cut straight to the chase, huh?” He smirked and I nodded. “Let’s start with you. How old are you, sweetheart?”
    “Thirty.”
    “What brought a single girl like you to the rocky coast of Maine?”
    “Who said I was single?” My eyes flashed in amusement. I wanted to keep him on his toes just as much as he did me.
    His eyes widened in surprise for a moment. “Okay, a possibly not-single girl . . .”
    “I came for something different. How old are you, Wild ?”
    “Older than you.”
    “So that would make you my senior, then?”
    His loud guffaw echoed off the evergreens around us. “Not sure I qualify for that yet.”
    I tipped my head at him, taking in his chiseled jaw and the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. His hair was a dark shade of brown and just long enough to run fingers through, no grey hairs to be found. “Okay, so maybe not a senior. How old? Give up the goods.”
    “Is it important?” His eyes took me in, traveled across my face, down my neck, and I felt a blush creep cross my skin.
    “No.” I licked my lips as I held his gaze.
    “Thirty-two.” His voice lowered an octave as his gaze locked on my lips. His blues eyes darkened with lust and, just like that, he had me thinking about all the things he could do to my body: the heights of pleasure he could take me to.
    “You’ve always lived here?”
    “Yeah.” His eyes turned away and took in the old lighthouse that sat a few hundred yards down the coast.
    “That’s all? Yeah? ”
    His jaw hardened for a moment, working back and forth. “Yep.” His lips popped on the word.
    “Okay . . . so married? Single? Divorced?”
    “We really doin’ this, Sugar?” he murmured. The stormy look in his eyes stopped me in my tracks.
    “I guess not,” I mumbled as I turned away, taking in the rocky coastline to the north.
    “Just thought we were over the small talk. We’ve fucked, Sugar; the time for small talk is over.” He trailed one lone fingertip up my arm, past my inner elbow, causing shivers to erupt across my body. My nipples hardened instantly at his soft touch.
    “Stop touching me like that,” I spat. A small chuckle escaped his throat. I whipped my head around to take him in, his beautiful lips smiling back at me like he was amused by my anger.
    “You’re so . . . irritating.”
    “Really? That’s the best insult you got?”
    I narrowed my eyes in my best death glare.
    “You angry makes me hot as fuck, Sugar. Put the claws away unless you want me to take you right here on this slab of granite.”
    “Oh my God,” I huffed. “You were so well-behaved during dinner. I actually thought we could be friends.”
    “No such thing, babe.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean when a man wants a woman like I want you, there’s no ‘friends’ about it. Tell yourself whatever you want, but men and women can’t be friends after they’ve fucked. Or if they want to fuck.” His eyes danced with amusement as he licked his lips. I was beginning to think it was the hottest habit I’d ever seen.
    “That’s ridiculous.”
    “Maybe so, but it’s true.”
    “Have you ever tried it?”
    “What? Being friends with a woman I’ve tasted? Been inside of? Who’s come all over my face?” His eyes flicked down my body again.
    My eyes hardened at his words. Fuck if they weren’t the hottest fucking words I’d ever heard, but I wouldn’t let him see that. He knew exactly the effect he had on women, and I wouldn’t fall into his trap. I wouldn’t be just another one of the girls falling at his feet.
    “Yeah, that.” I crossed my arms over my chest to protect myself from the stare that seemed to undress me.
    “Nope.” He shrugged one shoulder.
    “Well, maybe if you tried . . .”
    “You wanna be friends with me?”
    “Not especially at the moment. But if we’re going to keep running into each other .