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  “Damn it.”

  “Yeah, you know that word,” he said grimly, and panting a little, he put his forehead to hers.

  “I know you want me,” she said, the proof in her hands.

  “Yeah—Jesus,” he choked out when she stroked him slow and long, exactly the way she’d already learned he liked it. “I need you to listen.”

  Obediently she tipped back her head and looked into his eyes.

  He cupped her face. “Really listen.”

  “Go.”

  “I don’t want another quick tumble on the floor. I want a bed. I want you to stay afterward.”

  “What, and cuddle?” Her laugh might have cut into him, but his brain wasn’t functioning much with her hands working their magic.

  “Nothing wrong with taking our time.”

  “I don’t have time.” Before he could so much as draw a trembly breath, she’d pulled them both upright, covered him with the condom, and hopped up onto the counter.

  “Come on home, big guy,” she murmured and pulled him in.

  And as always, when he sank into her body and hugged her close, he did feel like he’d come home.

  Only in the dim recesses of his mind, as he began to move within her, he knew he was the only one who felt that way.

  Yeah, that was just what she’d needed. Mia slipped her dress back on. Feeling incredibly good now—funny how a couple orgasms put everything into perspective—she moved toward Kevin’s back door, thinking she’d leave now while Kevin was off disposing of the condom.

  “Maybe I should just give you a key.”

  She nearly jerked out of her skin at that low, incredibly erotic voice that only a few minutes ago had been whispering hot, sexy nothings in her ear as he’d glided in and out of her body. “A key?”

  He leaned against the kitchen entry, tall, dark, and attitude-ridden. “Yeah, you know, so you don’t have to sneak around.”

  Definitely attitude-ridden. And not nearly as friendly as he was a minute ago. He’d pulled on a pair of sweats and nothing else. His hair stood straight up—from her own fingers, no doubt. “I don’t do keys,” she said.

  “And I don’t do this—this just-sex thing.”

  She stared at him, her throat suddenly incredibly thick, and she had no idea why. In fact, she had no idea why she kept coming back…

  He stepped closer, then closer still. Before she knew what he meant to do, he took her hand and brought her up against his warm, hard body.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shh,” he said when she tried to pull back, holding her still. “Relax, it’s just a hug.”

  Relax? She was going to have trouble with that, eased up against him as she was. Her body gravitated toward his as if they belonged plastered together, and he held her there, his mouth nuzzling her neck, his hand stroking up and down her spine in a touch that felt so good she wanted to melt. Her heart was beating so loud she thought for sure he would say something about it, but he didn’t. “See now, isn’t this nice?”

  She actually swayed with him and slammed her eyes tight in denial, but that didn’t work, either, because with her eyes closed, her other senses took over. The scent of him, all warm male. The feel of his soft breath brushing her skin. The firmness of his body. The heat that came off him, warming her chilled limbs as his fingers stroked the small of her back. His legs brushing hers…

  He felt so good that she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but hold on. Her hand slid up his chest and then around his neck. At that came a low rumble of approval from deep in his throat, and he tugged her a little closer still. He wanted her again, every bit as much as she wanted him, but she had a feeling his want was different than hers, and she pulled back.

  His eyes were enigmatic and intelligent, the eyes of a man who cared and cared deeply about things, things like this. He was the type of man she’d always stayed away from, the type who finished what he started, the type who didn’t quit at something just because it got difficult. He was strong, reliable. Solid.

  Oh, no doubt, if she’d been the relationship type, she’d want him for keeps.

  But she wasn’t, and she couldn’t be. “I’ve got to go,” she whispered. Stepping back, she averted her face so he couldn’t see the need that was surely written all over it. It embarrassed her, this knot of hunger in her belly, made her feel weak to still feel that all-consuming hunger for a man she’d just had.

  “Don’t do this to me again, Mia,” he said quietly.

  “I have to.”

  “Then don’t come back.”

  At that unexpected sharp knife to the gut, she nodded and let herself out into the night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kevin woke up reaching for a woman who wasn’t there, and the day didn’t improve much after that.

  Mia arrived at the teen center with Hope, both career woman and Goth kid sticking out like a sore thumb, but at least Hope smiled at him and appeared happy to see him.

  He couldn’t say the same about Mia, who signed Hope in, then headed back toward her car with only a single long look.

  Because he’d already established he was an idiot, he followed her, then blocked her way when she would have slid into her car and driven off without a word, without a smile. Reaching out, he touched the small, nearly healed burn over her missing eyebrow.

  She closed her eyes, then opened them. “Kevin—”

  “Humor me. How are you doing?”

  “Fine.”

  She certainly looked it, with her perfect makeup, her hair shiny and tamed, her suit dress cut in a way that screamed I am woman, hear me roar. She even let out a tight smile, though it didn’t come close to reaching her eyes. See, he knew the difference now. He’d gotten a real smile last night, for instance, when he’d been buried deep within her, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “What do you want from me?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

  “Tell you, and you’ll comply?” When she only glared at him, he sighed. “All right. Let’s start with a thank-you for last night.”

  “Thank you for the orgasm. Okay, two. Two orgasms. Thank you very much for both of those. Can I have my A plus and be excused now, Mr. McKnight?”

  At her mocking tone, he scrubbed his hands over his face. “I have no idea what I was thinking coming out here after you. Forget it.” He started to walk away, then whirled back. He grabbed her, just hauled her up against him and covered her mouth with his.

  Oh, yeah, God bless those ridiculously sexy high-heeled sandals because they put her at a perfect height for this. He’d meant to just touch his lips to hers, but he ended up practically inhaling her whole, only vaguely hearing her keys and purse hit the ground, much more tuned to the way she twined her arms around his neck and held on.

  God, the little whimper she let out when her tongue met his was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. Then suddenly she staggered back a step, staring at him for a long beat. Blinked. And then the cool, in-charge-of-her-world Mia reappeared. “What the hell was that?” she asked.

  “Stupidity at its finest.” Shaking his head at himself, he bent for her keys and her purse, which she calmly took.

  “Thank you,” she murmured as if he was a valet and nothing more. She slipped into her car, slid her shades over her eyes, and started the engine.

  Only then did she look up at him through the opened window; the only sign that they’d just kissed each other stupid was that her lip gloss was gone. Something in her eyes shifted, warmed, and she sighed. “I don’t know what to say to you.”

  “How about whatever’s on your mind.”

  “Okay, how’s this? Seeing you makes me want to rip your clothes off again,” she said tightly, looking unhappy about it. “Thinking about what you do to me when said clothes are off makes me need to sit down. And when you touch me—”

  “Yeah.” He closed his eyes. “You’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t talk.”

  “Tried to tell you.”

  “Right. Well…hav