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  “When I kiss you, you become the real Mel, no holding back, no lies, no façades. Just you. It’s like a truth serum.”

  She stared up at him, hurt sneaking in past her defenses. She’d nearly torn off her clothes and begged him to take her. “That’s a horrible thing to do. Get out of my room.”

  “Gee, you must be done talking.”

  “I’m done with you.”

  Still leaning over her, a hand on either side of her hips, he shook his head. “Look at that, another lie already.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Come on, you feel the sparks, too.”

  “Yeah, sparks of temper!”

  “Yet another lie,” he said very softly.

  She let out a frustrated growl.

  “Fact is fact, darlin’. Our bodies are happy together.”

  She shook her head.

  “Look at me.”

  She couldn’t help it, her gaze ran over him. His well-worn jeans softly cupped his sex, which was obviously aroused. Her mouth went dry.

  Worse, she began to perspire again.

  “Now you,” he said.

  She transferred her attention to her body, specifically her own breasts and her traitorous nipples, which poked through her shirt like two gumballs.

  He arched a brow.

  She crossed her arms.

  “Doesn’t help,” he said. “Now I’m wondering what other parts of you are reacting.”

  Her thighs actually quivered, and between them…more quivering.

  As if he could tell, he smiled.

  She was shaking as she pointed to the door, because damn, she really hated when he was right. “Get out.”

  Instead, he laughed. “You don’t really mean that.”

  She opened her mouth to say she did, but the message didn’t make it all the way to her brain, and as he came down over her, arms closing possessively around her, she didn’t say a word. Instead she moaned his name and met his mouth with hers.

  Chapter 21

  There was kissing, and then there was kissing, and with Bo it was an art form.

  Mel had had lovers, a few who even knew what they were doing, but none had ever made her knees quiver with just a touch of their mouth. None had ever made her feel as if his kiss was more important in that moment than breathing.

  None had ever made her feel soft and beautiful and feminine.

  With Bo, she could hold on and feel her world slide away, feel despair and stress and churning grief over Sally and her deception vanish behind the maelstrom of need and desire and hunger for more of this man’s touch. She felt—crazy as it seemed—calmer. So when his tongue teased hers, she teased back. When he reached for her shirt, she did the same with his, coaxing a rough sound of pleasure from his throat, one she helplessly mirrored back to him.

  “Love that sound,” he murmured, pulling her closer, kissing her as if he meant to inhale her, pressing himself against her as if he needed to be inside her now, now, now…making an unbearably sexy noise when his thumb rubbed over a pebbled nipple and it tightened even further.

  She’d had no idea how badly she’d wanted this, but she needed to remember one pesky little fact: he’d kissed her simply to get information. That made this a very bad idea. “Wait,” she gasped.

  “Wait?” His gaze was sleepy-lidded and incredibly sexy. His hair was messed up from her fingers, his mouth wet from hers, his eyes hot.

  “We’re not taking this any further,” she said.

  He looked at her for a long moment, as if the words were having trouble sinking in. “You want me to go.”

  No. “Yes.”

  He nodded agreeably. “Then I will. Soon as you look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

  She opened her mouth, ready to tell him anything so she could be alone but nothing came out. “I don’t…” The words were I don’t want you.

  “Yes?” he asked patiently.

  The words sat on the tip of her tongue, a big fat lie, stuck, unwilling to come out. “Damn it!”

  With a triumphant laugh, he pressed his face into the tumble of her hair. His voice sounded thick with satisfaction. “All you have to do is say it. Say you don’t want me and I’m out of here.”

  She had to close her eyes against that strong, masculine voice.

  “Let’s try something easier,” he suggested with far too much amusement in his voice. “Say you do want me.”

  “Never.”

  “Ah, darlin’. Have I taught you nothing? Never say never.”

  “I don’t—” She sucked in a breath when he nipped at her jaw, then her throat as he skimmed his hands down her back. “Bo—”

  He flicked open her bra and moaned when her breasts spilled into his hand. “Mmm…nice.”

  “We’re not—” She broke off again when he bent and sucked a breast into his mouth, encircling her nipple with his tongue. “Not. Doing. This—”

  Surging up, he popped open the button on his pants.

  Oh, God. If he shoved those off, she was a goner. It was bad enough when he had his shirt off because he had the best belly known to man, the kind of belly she wanted to kiss. Bite. Frantic, she rolled to her stomach to crawl away.

  A big hand clasped her ankle. “You haven’t said it.” He slowly but inexorably tugged her back, then flipped her over. Holding her down, he smiled with pure wickedness.

  “I’m not saying anything!”

  “Suit yourself.” He pinned her to the mattress, overpowering her, which she allowed, especially when he set his forearms alongside her face so that his fingers could stroke back her hair. The tender gesture startled her. He was heavy but not uncomfortable. The opposite, actually, and even as she wanted to deny it, her body was doing a slow burn for him, and of their own accord, her legs bent, pulling back to let him cradle between. With a rough groan, he rocked his hips to hers. “Mel.”

  She whispered his name, too, or at least she meant to but it came out a sort of strangled plea for more, please more as she strained to fit snugger against him. She told herself this was ridiculous, that they were adults and could stop this at any time, and should. Instead, she wound her arms around his neck and clung.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, and gently closed his teeth over her bottom lip, tugging just a little, creating a slight sting he stroked away with his tongue. “Still not saying it…”

  Her skin had heated as if she had a fever, but she didn’t feel sick, she felt exhilarated. It was him, he gave that feeling to her with every taste, every touch, banishing away her worries, the mountains of stress on her shoulders. Banishing it and giving her something else instead, something she absolutely did not want to face. “I’m too stubborn to give in,” she admitted softly.

  “Just one of the things I’m learning to appreciate about you, darlin’. Though I might have said bull-headed instead of stubborn.”

  Arching up, enjoying his sharp hiss of arousal, she said, “Shut up and do me.”

  “Oh, absolutely.” His low laugh warmed her further, and so did how he kissed his way along her jaw to her ear. “But let the record show you asked.”

  “Told.”

  “Begged.”

  Before she could sputter and shove him away, he captured her mouth with his in a deep, wet, carnal kiss that left no doubt as to his plans, plans he furthered along by stripping away her pants while still holding her pinned to the mattress.

  “Not fair,” she gasped. “Your pants—”

  “If I take my hands off you, are you going to play nice?”

  “Of course.”

  He narrowed his eyes, but an aroused man didn’t have much in the way of working brain cells, and Bo was little exception. He pulled his weight off her and sat back on his heels as he unzipped his pants, the muscles in his rock-solid chest rippling, leaving her with a shocking need to put her mouth on him. Anywhere. Everywhere.

  He eyed her as he slowly pulled a string of condoms from his pocket, dropping them to the mattress by her head as he kick