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talking, he was going to end up telling Casey everything. He wasn’t ready to confess to anyone, not even Regina, who deserved to know how right she had been about everything.

Chapter 6
    Plagued with occasional insomnia when she was stressed whether for good or bad reasons, sleep had always been a challenge for Jenna and her restless nature. Lately, sleep was impossible because she couldn’t stop dreaming about Seth. She had vivid sex dreams that woke her and reduced her to a quivering mass of female angst.
    When the last of the orgasm had faded from the current one, Jenna pulled herself upright in the bed. She looked at clock, groaning when she saw it was only four-thirty.
    Wrapping her arms around her knees, she squeezed her eyes tight to keep from crying. She had dreamed of him again, dreamed of him moving so hard inside her that it hurt, dreamed of his desperation as he took her on her own living room floor. Yet the climax she’d had in her sleep hadn’t taken the edge off of her real longing.
    Despite all the lectures she’d given herself about how wrong it was on so many, many levels, Jenna longed to be with Seth again.
    He challenged her at every turn, irritated her with his unshakable self-confidence, but still she longed for him. She wanted to feel that deep unrestrained connection, even though she had sorely resented it when it happened the first time.
    Seth’s physical rejections when they dated had wounded the woman in her and made her feel unwanted. His reluctance had made her insecure and distrustful of her ability to hold the interest of the men she had dated while attempting to replace him.
    But the problem now was simply pride.
    Only a few minutes of Seth’s lovemaking had proven irrevocably that all those endless months and days of working to get over him had meant nothing. She especially hated that she’d had a total orgasmic melt-down from just his mouth on her, and hated that Seth had gloried in it though the end result had been to her benefit.
    And her heart still hurt from having sex without the emotional closeness she dreamed would accompany the act with a man she wanted that much. Though Jenna had to admit that an absence of love on her part certainly wasn’t stopping her from wanting everything else.
    No. What they had wasn’t love, Jenna thought. She didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t love—or least it wasn’t what Jenna thought of as love. There was no genuine concern for each other’s lives, no mutual plans, or shared goals as a couple. What they had was nothing like the relationship she had imagined with him when they had met, but there was only one bottom line that needed to be addressed now. She had been intimate with Seth Carter once, and she wanted him again. The decision now was about whether or not it was worth trying to have him again.
    Jenna swung shaking legs out of bed and trudged to the bathroom, turning on the hot water in the shower before pausing to glare at her own reflection over the sink.
    This was the third time this week she’d awakened before five in the middle of a climax, feeling an invisible and extremely aroused Seth moving in and out of her like—well, she didn’t know what it was like. It had never been like that for her before. But he’d been determined. Relentless. Harder and more precise inside her than any man she’d ever known.
    Stop it , Jenna scolded herself,feeling herself quiver in anticipation just thinking about it .
    Sex with Seth was a like a drug she’d accidentally ingested, and now she was in desperate need of another fix.
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    At seven that evening, Jenna stood resolutely outside Seth’s apartment looking for the courage to ring the doorbell. Her hesitation reminded her too much of the last time she’d stood out here worrying in that stupid tight blue dress and torturous heels hoping to seduce him. Evidently he’d been in a different mental place about them then because she had failed, and failed miserably.
    It had