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head. “If you touch me again I’m done.”
    “Then be quick,” she urged. “Hurry. Please.”
    It stunned him to realize his hands were shaking as he tore open the foil and rolled the latex on his aching shaft. Spreading her legs wide, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her cunt gleaming wetly for him. Ignoring the twinge in his leg, a constant reminder of the shooting, he knelt at the apex of her thighs and carefully peeled open the lips of her pussy. When he touched her clit with the tip of a finger she jerked in response and cried out.
    “Please,” she begged again, as hot and hungry as he was.
    Grinding his teeth against the chronic ache from the surgery, he nudged her opening with the tip of his erection then inched it in as slowly as he could. When the head bumped up against the mouth of her womb, he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Her inner walls were like a tight wet fist around him, clamping down on him, gripping him. He drew in a deep breath, bracing himself on his hands, pulled back and plunged into her with a hard stroke.
    He tried to slow himself down, but that horse had already left the barn. His inner caveman rose up, brushing all restraint aside. He thrust into her again, and yet again, over and over, her pussy milking him, her cries mingling with his. They came together, an explosion of such force it totally blew his mind. The only sound in the room was that of air rasping into their lungs and the heavy beating of their hearts.
    Long seconds passed before he could pull himself together. Then he lifted himself to catch his weight on his forearms, aware that he was heavy on her slight frame. He looked down at her, trying to figure out what to say, and realized she had the same stunned expression in her eyes that he was sure was in his.
    She wet her lips. “Well,” she said at last.
    “No kidding.” He studied her face, trying to read her expression. Wondering if she was as completely stunned as he was. “What the hell was that?”
    “Damned if I know.” She let out a ragged breath. “I don’t even know how it happened.”
    His laugh was uneven. Ragged. “At least that’s one thing I can tell you.”
    She looked away from him. “That’s not what I meant. What I wanted to know was how we even let this happen? I’m not even sure we liked each other?”
    “Maybe. At least not at first.” He eased himself slowly from the wet clasp of her body. “Let me clean up a little here and we can talk about it.”
    “Bathroom’s through that door.” She pointed. “But I have to warn you. I don’t want to talk this to death.”
    Neither did he. But he also had no intention of writing this off as once and done. Whatever was between him and Jinx Malone was a lot bigger than one night—one very short night—of hot sex.

Chapter Three
    Jinx pushed herself up from the bed, dug her short robe out of the closet and tied it around her waist.
    “I’m getting us cold drinks,” she hollered at the bathroom door. “Back in a sec.”
    She heard him mumble something back at her as she headed downstairs to the kitchen.
    What on earth was I thinking? Have I lost my frigging mind?
    There was no denying the level of heat that had ignited the moment she and Dillon Cross laid eyes on each other. The very last thing she’d been looking for when she came home was another entanglement of any kind. She still fell asleep with nightmares of Max in their bed with two women. Not one, but two . She was sure it would be a very long time before the image faded. And even longer before she trusted another man with either her body or her heart.
    Yet here she was, fresh from the most outstanding, combustible, erotic sex she could ever remember having. She’d been a more than willing participant.
    She pulled two cans of soda from the fridge and rolled one against her forehead, hoping it would cool down her still overheated body.
    “Jinx?” Dillon’s voice drifted down to her from upstairs. “Did you run out on me? I