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Don’t be an idiot, Logic said. You’re not his type.

Okay, that made sense. She swung her feet back onto the mattress.

Hold on a minute, Desire chimed in. Maybe you don’t look exactly like the women he prefers, but you aren’t hideous. And you’re available—and willing. Two of his favorite things.

That made sense, too. She sat up again, but Logic wasn’t done.

He doesn’t want you here, and having sex would only encourage you to stay. For once in your life, listen to me. Forget about him. Go to sleep.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled the covers up to her chin.

You love him, right? Desire asked. So march across that hall and jump his bones. Oh, but whatever you do, don’t mention love—romance—feelings—or commitment.

This time she shot straight up and ran into the hallway, but stopped at his door. She reached for the knob, then pulled back.

Go on. You’ll be fine, Desire encouraged.

No, you won’t. This is one more opportunity for him to see how weird you are, Logic reasoned.

She clamped her hands to her ears. “Stop talking!”

When she stepped into his room, he pushed up on his elbows.

“What’s wrong?”

She braced against the jamb to steady herself. “I want to have sex.”

At first he didn’t speak, and then he raked a hand through his hair. “Not a good idea.”

“Okay.” She turned, stalked back to her room, and crawled into bed. She should have listened to Logic. A pang of regret twisted in her stomach. At least now she could stop fantasizing.





Rance


Rance came to his feet. Then sat on his bed. What the hell? Sex? He’d considered it for a second, but decided against it. Why? Wasn’t as if he hadn’t been toying with the same idea. Even in the last hour he’d wrestled with the notion, so why didn’t he invite her in and get to it?

Okay, she was horny. Him too. So much his balls ached. He had to give her credit. It was the most straightforward seduction he’d had. He ran his hand over his face. What was wrong with him? When had he ever refused getting laid? She was an adult. He was a grown-ass man. Hell, his man card could be revoked.

He stood—sat again. No. It’d be wrong. God, her parents would spin in their graves if their little princess screwed him. She was upper crust; he, a convicted felon. Innocence meant nothing. Ex-con would always be part of his title because he’d done the time.

He rose and took two steps forward, only to turn back again. It wouldn’t be right—but she’d come to his room. Wasn’t like he was trying to take advantage of the situation. But if she’d developed feelings, it would be wrong to encourage her. To hell with it. He owed it to himself to find out.

He grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on. Not a good idea to go to her room buck-naked because she might have changed her mind. Within seconds he was at her bedside.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Why do you want to have sex with me?”

“Because those women you brought home make it sound like you’re good at it.”

An excellent answer. He leaned in close to kiss her, but she pulled away.

“I thought you said it was a bad idea.”

“I changed my mind.”

He leaned low again, but she placed her hand on his chest. “Would you brush your teeth first?”

“Sure. Be right back.”

If any other woman had asked him to do that, it would have pissed him off, but not her. Typical Chirp. When he got back to the room, she flipped the cover for him to crawl in next to her.

“I used mouthwash, too.”

“Thank you.”

Clearly she had no experience in the kissing department, because he had to force her lips apart with his tongue.

For the last hour he’d been thinking about breaking in those new sheets and now had the opportunity. He scooped her into his arms and carried her while she planted quick kisses on his face like playing a game of connect the dots. Damn, she was eager. Once he reached his bed, he eased her feet to the carpet and lifted the nightshirt over her head.

He let the garment drop to the floor, happy she didn’t ask to stop and fold it. Then he sat on the mattress and pulled her to stand between his legs. A strong rush of desire surprised him. He slid his hands to her breasts, and they nestled in his palms like two perfect plums.





Blaze


With moonlight falling across Rance’s body, he looked like a god. A chiseled, tatted divinity—with an erection. She’d aroused him. Imagine that. Weird, awkward Wren Montgomery had excited a guy like him.

When he landed that first kiss, her lips had stuck to her teeth, but he’d taken care of the problem. God, she loved having his tongue in her mouth. And it was so minty her taste buds tingled. Then he’d picked her up as if she weighed no more than a rag doll and her heart almost exploded.

Heat raced through her veins as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. Everything left her brain except him—there. He moved from one stiff tip to the other. Licked. Teased. Taunted. Until she thought she’d come apart.

Before she knew it, he slid back on the bed and brought her with him. He was so beautiful. Bronzed and inked. Lean planes and hard muscle. No doubt she loved him, but chances were he’d never feel the same about her. She had too many secrets, and true love couldn’t survive without trust.