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here?”
    “I thought we’d have dinner.”
    “And then?”
    He turns cold and it makes me hot. Man, I am
so twisted. “Then I thought I’d fuck you until you scream
again.”
    I shake my head and down another shot. “Not
if you lie to me.”
    I want to slap myself this time. I’m supposed
to be shutting this down. Not encouraging him. Not inviting
confidences that put us both in an impossible position.
    “Walker said you’re thinking about quitting,”
Trace says. “You do that and we’ll talk.”
    It’s my turn to go cold. I can’t believe
Walker told him that. But he does have a point. I don’t need to
know what he’s into. I’m conflicted enough as it is. Still…
    “You’ll be careful?”
    “So you do care,” he says. I give serious
consideration to slapping the smirk off his face.
    “I’d hate to be the one that sends you back
to prison,” I say instead and my words hit home.
    If he was cold before this is arctic. “I
won’t go back to prison. Is this how it’s going to be with us?
Veiled threats and innuendos?”
    I’m confused and pissed off. I’m not the
criminal here. Why is he making me the bad guy? “There is no us,
Trace. There can’t be. You know that.”
    He gives me a look I can’t interpret. “I’m
not done with you yet.”
    His words should piss me off but I feel the
same way. One night wasn’t enough to get him out of my system. I
don’t need all this bullshit courtship though. We both know he’s
just looking to get even and I’m trying to exorcise the past. He’ll
get bored before me probably. Before I can lay down ground rules he
sets a plate in front of me. Southern goulash. I haven’t had it in
ages and it’s surprisingly good. Neither of us attempt conversation
while we eat or do the dishes, which amazingly he helps with. But
as soon as the last dish is put away he grabs my shoulders and
pulls me flush up against him.
    It’s a soul sucking kissing and I know he’s
been thinking about this all day too. We are the last two people
who should be together but we fit so damned well. It’s explosive.
Addictive. He slides his hands down to my waist and freezes.
    “You need to get rid of that.”
    I pull my pistol off my belt and set it on
the counter behind me, then my badge. He bends his face back to
mine, hands gripping my hips.
    “Much better,” he whispers before he kisses
me again.
    He tugs my shirt up and I let him, lifting my
arms over my head so he can pull it free and toss it aside. My bra
goes next and then his mouth is on me, licking my nipple before
sucking it into his mouth. It feels so good I cradle his head and
hold him told me, groaning when he pulls free and reaches for the
snap on my pants.
    “You need to be naked,” he mutters.
    Just me? How’s that fair? He gets my pants
open and slips his hand inside my panties. His fingers find me wet
and he spears them into my pussy. It’s exquisite and perfect and I
come with a scream. Who needs extended foreplay? Apparently not me
when it’s Trace touching me. He tugs my pants down and I hear paper
ripping. The condom. But he scowls down at me.
    “No time for the boots,” he says.
    I have no idea what he’s talking about I’m
riding so high. He lifts me and carries me to the table, puts his
hand on my back urging me to lean over it. I get the idea and brace
myself on my forearms. And then there is no thinking as he thrusts
into me hard from behind. God, I want to weep from the perfection
of it. Why does the wrong guy feel so damned right?
    I don’t get time to ponder this mystery. He
picks up my hand and sucks a finger into his mouth. It makes my
toes curl and then he moves my hand to my pussy. I don’t have to be
told what he wants. I find my clit and the first stroke makes me
moan. He buries his face in the curve between my shoulder and neck.
Kisses me.
    “That’s it, baby. Rub your clit. I want you
coming on my cock when I come.”
    His words, coarse and harsh, turn me on. He’s
never spoken