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dares. And right now, he apparently expected her to put her money where her mouth was and give him physical proof of her desire for him.
    Surprisingly, she didn’t feel as though she was compromising her virtue—or anything else, for that matter—because she wanted him, too. After three years of being sensible, practical, and celibate, she was beyond ready to indulge in a little excitement and adventure—a sexy, temporary fling that would end as soon as they tracked her wayward cousin.
    Lowering her head, she touched her lips to his warm, firm mouth—soft, slow, and sweet. He didn’t seem inclined to deepen the kiss, and confusion and uncertainty made her draw back to assess his expression.
    He appeared unimpressed by her initial attempt toseduce him. “Is that the best you can do?” A lofty smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
    She should have been insulted, but she saw his taunting comment as the direct provocation he meant it to be. He was testing her to see how far she’d go with him, how willing she’d be to satisfy his every whim. She’d craved him for so long, she was eager to experience whatever he had to offer. And she intended to demonstrate that she was game for anything and everything he tossed her way, and that she wasn’t about to be a passive partner to his more assertive nature.
    Threading her fingers through the thick, silky hair at the nape of his neck, she curved her other hand along his strong jawline and pushed his chin down with her thumb so that his lips parted for her. This time when her mouth met his, she bypassed all slow, coaxing preliminaries and went straight for hot and devouring. Her tongue swept into his mouth and tangled with his, and she tasted the pure, unadulterated sensuality that was so much a part of him. She shivered, unable to stop the slow, sultry ache spreading through her belly, or the slick moisture settling between her thighs.
    Certain she’d given him more than enough proof of her enthusiasm, she started to pull back, only to have him thwart her attempt. He cupped the back of her head in his palm to hold her in place, and with a low growl she felt rumble up from his chest, he slanted his mouth across hers and took control of the embrace.
    Presumptuous and dominant, he kissed her with potent male heat. Branded her with the strength and depth of his passion. Excited her with the heated stroke of his hand on her bare thigh, and the promise of forbidden, illicit pleasures to come.
    His unmistakable erection pressed against her hip—long, hard, and thick, fueling her imagination of what it would feel like to have that impressive, solid length fillingher. Stretching her. Pumping deep inside her in a grinding, full-bodied rhythm.
    She shuddered at the thought and groaned. Oh, God, it had been so, so long …
    Her breasts swelled within the confines of her bra, and she shifted restlessly on his lap, wanton and needy as his lips and tongue continued their lush, hungry assault on her mouth and senses. Knowing their relationship was nothing more than a temporary diversion and purely for the sake of mutual pleasure gave her the freedom to let go of inhibitions. To give generously and take greedily. To grasp and enjoy one last provocative fling with an untamable bad boy before she turned her sights on a man more straitlaced and ordinary. A steadfast man who’d make her aunt and uncle proud of her choice and make up for the huge disappointment Travis had turned out to be.
    With that thought filling her mind, and her body desperate for a more physical contact, she released three of the buttons on her blouse, then reached for the masculine hand still on her thigh. Lifting his long, warm fingers to her neck, she flattened his hand against the erratic pulse in her throat and brazenly skimmed his palm down to the slope of her breast, silently telling him what she wanted. What she needed.
    He effortlessly took over from there, slipping his fingers into her stretch-lace bra and