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hands went to his chest, fingertips
finding the nipple ring.
    He moaned. “No fair.”
    “Weren’t you the one who said all’s fair ?”
    “True.” He leaned in, mouth brushing her cheek, her ear,
returning to her lips.
    Pleasure and hunger swept through him like an eraser, wiping
away the memory of all the girls he’d ever kissed in high school and replacing
them with Madison.
    Since that night in Vegas, and those hours spent at Brian’s
bedside, he’d been on tilt. But now it felt as if the rub and twine of her
tongue was clearing his head of all the confusion.
    She felt good. Right. Meant for him.
    He deepened the kiss, thrust and retreat, thrust and
retreat.
    His hips mimicked the motion, streaks of ecstasy going from
his nipple to his dick as she rubbed and tugged and twisted the ring.
    His hand left the locker.
    It went to her side, stroking.
    Up. Down.
    Up, her moan inviting him to keep going, to cover a breast
and rub the hardened nipple with his thumb.
    Fantasy gripped him, of hoisting her up and fucking her
against the locker, of her sliding downward, unzipping him, taking his cock
between her lips.
    Need shuddered through him. The temptation to take her back
to his place instead of Tyler’s swept in. Only as soon as it did his gut went
tight, warning him that taking this where it would go before she met Tyler
would be the same as dealing himself a bad hand.
    He lifted his mouth off hers, cupped her neck and hip.
    Her breath came as fast as his.
    The sight of her lips, slick and swollen and reddened, had
his hips doing a quick jerk.
    “It’s been a while since I’ve made out in front of a high-school
locker,” he said.
    A small tremor went through her. She released his nipple,
her hand flattening on his chest, a quick sadness in her eyes.
    “Me too.”
    Wanting an answer, not wanting one, Shane brushed his mouth
against hers. “Who was he?”
    “A boyfriend. Someone who died before the music world knew what
it lost.”
    His lips settled on hers, parting them, his tongue sliding
into her mouth, not to eradicate the memory of someone who’d obviously meant
something to her, but to siphon away the remembered pain.
    Her arms slid around his waist. She deepened the kiss,
accepting his comfort and making him feel like a prince, not the man-whore he’d
been accused of being more than once.
    His fingers speared through her hair, holding her, the
exchange becoming a round-robin of give and take that he never wanted to
end—though it had to. He didn’t want to put his good intentions to the ultimate
test, not when the press and rub of her body against his cock was making it
scream to get inside her.
    Lifting his mouth off hers, he said, “We should get out of
here. Tyler’s expecting us.”
    “Okay.”
    But he couldn’t help himself.
    “One more for road,” he said, closing the distance between
their mouths, the heated merging of his desire and hers widening and deepening
the ache for more.
    With a sigh he stepped back, immediately snagging her hand,
then grinning at seeing the things they’d taken from the locker scattered on
the floor because she’d dropped them in favor of touching him.
    Gaze flicking to the fifteen-thousand dollar check then back
to meet her eyes, he said, “Am I good? Or am I good?”
    She laughed. “Got much of an ego?”
    “Hey, I’m self-aware. I thought that was a good thing.”
    She snorted. “Right.”
    They crouched, gathered the broken sticks and check and
clue.
    Standing, he recaptured her hand, held it as they returned
to the Jeep. Taking it again and not releasing it until they’d parked in front
of Tyler’s place, and the man himself stepped out of the house.
    Instant hard-on.
    Between Tyler and Madison, his dick was starting to remind
him of a yo-yo.
    Fucking strike that. It was more like an elephant’s trunk.
    Shane choked back a laugh.
    “I take it that’s Tyler.”
    “Yeah. That’s him.”
    “He works for Crime Tells?”
    “Part time. He also