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quiet.”
    “I’m better than okay.” She rose on her elbow to look down at him. His dark hair fell over his forehead. Those gorgeous green eyes were at half-mast, his mouth was curved in a sexy smile. She wanted to eat him up. “I’m wonderful,” she said.
    “Yeah, you are.” He pulled her head down and kissed her lips. “Wonderful is a good word.”
    Maya laughed. “Flatterer.”
    “Hey, you said it first.”
    “I meant I feel wonderful.” Wonderful, marvelous, contented, happy. Pick any one of them, she thought.
    He smoothed his hand over the bare skin of her butt. “Yes, you do feel wonderful.”
    She laughed again. He kissed her again. They dozed. They woke and made love, more slowly this time and every bit as deliciously good as the first time. If she’d known it would be like this between them in high school, she wouldn’t have been a virgin when she left Marietta. In fact, she might not have left town at all.
    *
    “I don’t want you to go,” Jack said very early Sunday morning. Making love to Maya again was probably a physical impossibility, but he was willing to give it a try. He had a lot of libido stored up.
    She sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, still naked. “I know. I don’t want to go either. But I have to get home to shower and change before I pick up Carmen. And you need to pick up Gina. Plus, you have to drive me home.”
    Jack sat up and moved her hair aside to kiss the nape of her neck. “I have a better idea.” He slid his hands around to cup her breasts and play with her nipples.
    She relaxed against him, sighing as he caressed her. “I’m sure you do.” She turned her head and kissed him. “But we don’t have time.”
    He slipped his hand down to the juncture of her thighs. “We could shower together. Here. We can be quick,” he said, his fingers exploring her wet heat.
    “You are a wicked, wicked man,” she murmured.
    He rummaged in the bedside drawer for a condom, then got out of bed and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him as he walked toward the bathroom with her. He reached into the shower and turned the water on, kissing her with his hands beneath her butt, supporting her against the cool shower door while the water heated, steaming up the room as his own blood heated to a boil.
    He wanted to explore her slowly, to take his time and kiss and caress every womanly curve and every secret place. Wanted to learn her, steep himself in her. Next time , he thought, stepping beneath the warm spray, lifting her up and plunging inside her warmth, her wetness, as hard as he’d ever been. Maya kissed his neck, scraping her nails against his skin, as she held on tight and rocked with him on a wild ride. Once, twice, he thrust inside of her and came, as she shattered around him and called his name.
    He let her down slowly, spread shower gel on his hands and started to soap her. She took the gel from him and massaged it over his chest, and lower. He felt a little dazed, a lot consumed. He’d never spent a night like the one before, not even, he was guiltily aware, with Brianna.
    It’s just sex , he thought. Great sex, but still, it couldn’t be anything more. Regardless of their past, they were almost strangers. Two people who hadn’t spoken in twenty years. Two people who, once they reconnected, couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Which wasn’t a surprise. Not really.
    It’s just sex , he told himself again. Amazing sex. Mind blowing sex. But sex. You know, sex that you’ve only had twice in the five years since Brianna died. The sex that in no way came close to what he’d just experienced with Maya.
    It wasn’t as if he’d fallen in love with Maya again.
    Was it?
    *
    Maya ended her video chat with her assistant, uneasily aware she hadn’t been giving Cindy her full attention. This is ridiculous , she thought. Three days later and you’re still all gooey inside. You’ve had sex before. It was good, sure. Great even. But