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in?”

Realization dawned on Perry’s face, followed by a slow, sexy smile. He reached for her

hand and pulled her inside, stopping only to hang a Do Not Disturb sign on the knob before he closed the door.

To Jane, the click of Perry’s door closing was like a gong sounding the end to her staid,

dull existence. His room was dimly lit, the bed covers slightly rumpled. A thumping rock tune played on the stereo. It was as if she literally had crossed a threshold from good girl to…bad.

When Perry turned to look at her with hungry eyes, a shiver passed over her shoulders.

But it felt soooo good.

He came to her and lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss that went from warm to scorching

in a heartbeat. For some reason, he seemed obsessed with her hair, sinking his hands into it and caressing the nape of her neck while he devoured her mouth. Then he pulled back, his hands

dropping to the tie on her robe.

When the robe fell open and off her shoulders, any panic or shyness she might have felt

from standing in front of him in her underwear was overridden by his groan of pleasure as his warm hands closed in around her waist. He lifted her, half-walking, half-carrying her to his bed, kissing her collarbone and shoulders, sending waves of pleasure over her entire body.

The man had already surpassed her previous lovers, and he’d barely touched her.

She sank into the softness of his pillows, the anticipation of what was to come rendering

her breathless. He stood by the bed and stepped out of his slacks, answering the boxers or briefs question—white athletic-style briefs hugged his powerful thighs and dipped low enough on his

narrow waist to reveal the tip of his impressive erection, already shiny with need.

The thought of him inside her made her languid and malleable. His bigness, his maleness,

was overwhelming. She remembered thinking when she first saw him that his long, hard body

appeared to be made for sex, and she realized now that she

was right—everything about him called to a woman. She felt her body readying for him,

and wanted to be rid of the scraps of fabric between them. She reached for the front hook of her bra and unfastened it, allowing her breasts to spill forward, their tips distended and eager for his touch.

His face darkened with desire as he climbed on top of her. “You’re beautiful,”

he breathed against her skin, then captured one peak in his warm, wet mouth.

She sighed and arched into him, unprepared for the onslaught of erotic sensations as his

body seemingly stroked hers from head to toe. Every inch of his skin presented new textures and temperatures—warm, hot, soft, firm, hard, rough.

Jane threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair and moaned as he drew on her nipple.

“Tell me what you want, Jane,” he whispered. “Tell me what feels good.”

The idea shocked her, but somehow it felt natural with Perry. “It feels good when you kiss

my breasts.”

He lowered a few chaste kisses to her cleavage. “Like that?”

A flush warmed her cheeks. “Kiss…my nipples.”

“Kiss?” he asked, placing open mouthed kisses all around her plump nipples. “Or lick?”

“Lick,” she murmured, moaned when his tongue teased the turgid peaks.

“Lick?” he asked. “Or bite?”

She gasped when he took the nipple between his teeth and applied light pressure.

She bucked when the sensation arrowed directly to her core. “Yes…oh, yes.”

He moaned his pleasure, too, his tongue vibrating against her skin.

She skimmed her hands over the smooth, muscled expanse of his back, then down the

indentation of his spine, and under the waistband of his briefs to clasp his firm buttocks. He groaned and rocked his pelvis against hers with the promise of future delights, then started his descent down her body, kissing his way along her stomach while kneading her breasts.

When she realized his destination, she tensed, unsure of what to expect.

“Easy,” he said against her navel, lifting her hips to ease off the pink and black panties.

“I’d never hurt you, Jane.”

She tried to relax, but her body was too preoccupied with new revelations. He dropped

kisses and licks on her thighs, going back and forth, finally urging her knees open to allow him access to the jewel of her desire. When the air hit her wet folds, she closed her eyes, unable to bear him looking at her so intimately.

But when his mouth closed over the tiny sensitive nub, she dug her heels into the bed and

cried out, whipping her head back and forth. The torture was too exquisite—she couldn’t bear it.

But she couldn’t bear for him to stop, either.

So she lay helpless while he made love to her with his mouth, aware of the orgasm stirring

in her womb, swirling round and round, gathering centrifugal force as his tongue stroked her

longer and harder.

She undulated against his mouth, thrashing against the mattress when her limbs reached

sensory overload. Again and again he stoked her fire, higher and higher until her climax rocketed to the surface and broke all over her body in tiny little pieces. She shouted his name and her pleasure, vocalizing the erotic earthquake he’d unleashed in her.

As her body pulsed with recovery, she clawed at his back to bring them face to face. He

kissed her hard, giving her a shocking taste of herself that clung to his mouth.

She pushed at the waistband of his briefs, using hands, then feet to drag them down and off

his long legs. She clasped his thick erection, reveling in the velvety smoothness and the

throbbing strength.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, unable to wait any longer.

At the sound of her raspy request, Perry almost came on the spot. The woman had had him

on a slow burn for hours, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could stand. He wanted to drive himself inside her and stay there for hours, but at this point, he’d be lucky to get the condom on.

He pulled away from her long enough to reach for his wallet on the nightstand to withdraw

a foil packet, then set his jaw while he sheathed himself.

With a deep breath for restraint, he settled into the cradle of her wet thighs.

His heat sought hers, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. He kissed her again,

trying to postpone the moment, but lust surged through his body. The idea of loving her slowly and gently vanished as he thrust inside her slick channel with one powerful stroke.

She gasped, and the feeling of her sex absorbing his took his breath, too. He nuzzled her

neck, allowing them both to become accustomed to the sensation of their bodies joined together.

With the first stroke, he knew he wouldn’t last long. She was so tight, it was as if she were trying to consume him. This woman, he realized as his breathing became more ragged, was

dangerous…more dangerous than any of the hell-raisers he’d bedded. A good girl capable of

doing bad things…Christ, that was a powerful combination.

To his astonishment, he realized from her spasms and her escalating moans that she was on

the verge of another orgasm. A heartbeat later, she bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Perry felt his own orgasm being wrenched from his body, as if she were taking it from him.

His body contracted violently with the most mind-numbing release of his life.

Afterward, Perry gently rolled to her side, too stunned to talk. Fortunately, within seconds, Jane had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He turned his head to watch her chest rise and fall, perplexed and disturbed at these…feelings that seemed to be plaguing him.

A torrid affair, they’d agreed. No strings. For the rest of the weekend, he had to make sure

their affair was more about having sex and less about making…love.

Suddenly a smile curved his mouth. If little Jane Kurtz wanted torrid, he’d show her torrid.

When Jane jerked awake, she was utterly disoriented, her heart thumping wildly.

The room was dark, and an unfamiliar warmth lay next to her.

A man, whose hand was curled over her breast.

Perry Brewer.

She closed her eyes and it all came rushing back—the flirtatious evening, the goodnight at

her hotel room door, her trek to his room, their incredible lovemaking.

Correction—the incredible sex.

She turned her head gingerly to study his sleeping profile in the thin light streaming in

from the bathroom, and to her dismay, her heart flipped over. She couldn’t start thinking that this physical relationship meant anything to Perry other than a chance to settle some chest-thumping score in his mind, to prove to her that he was a nice guy.

A nice guy with a tongue that wouldn’t quit.

Her toes curled as the memories of what he’d done to her came back full force…along with

the urge to flee. She didn’t have experience with men like Perry, but she knew the best way to maintain an emotional distance was to avoid intimate morning-after situations.

So she inched her way out of bed, holding her breath when his hand fell from her breast to

the mattress. But other than a slight interruption in his breathing, Perry didn’t stir. Holding her aching head and wincing at the sore muscles in her hips and legs, she felt around the floor,

looking for her clothes.

She found her bra and the robe, which had her room key in the pocket and when he shifted

in the bed, she decided to sacrifice her panties and vamoose. After shrugging into the robe, she tied the belt, cast one last glance at Perry’s long nude body tangled in the sheets, and let herself out as quietly as possible. In the brightly lit hallway, she squinted and averted her gaze from the passing couple who offered sly smiles in her direction.

An embarrassed flush climbed her face—she never thought she’d be sneaking out of a

man’s hotel room in the middle of the night wearing only her robe.

But she had, she realized as she ducked into her own room, officially unleashed her inner

wild child. She stretched tall on her toes and reached overhead in a yawn that gave way to a quiet little squeal of pleasure as she hugged herself.

Last night had been…magical. When Perry had thrust his body into hers, she thought she

might come undone. She’d never experienced a physical connection like that with any man.

And they still had another day—and night—together.

She smiled to herself, then pushed her hair out of her face and went in search of an aspirin.

A painkiller and a shower later, she fell into her own bed and curled beneath the covers. Her body was exhausted, but her mind didn’t seem to want to shut down.

She kept replaying moments from the previous night that had surprised her—how he’d

gone out of his way to make sure she’d had fun, even at a male strip club.

How he’d been willing to walk away from a night of sex because at first she’d been

uncomfortable. How he’d taken great care to give her pleasure before he took any of his own.

Jane rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. She had to do something to ward off

these unbidden feelings of…affection she was developing for Perry.

After all, every woman who left his bed probably felt special afterward. It was all part of

his routine. So to get through the rest of the weekend with her heart intact, she’d have to avoid those private little moments—the stolen kisses, the cuddling—that made her imagination spin

out of control.

She’d focus on the sex—the hot, molten sex that she’d come here for, the kind of slam sex

that only two people with absolutely no ties could truly enjoy.

A knock at her door startled her. She glanced at the clock. It was only 4:30 a.m., way too

early for housecleaning. Maybe someone had reported her lurking around in the hallway. She

snatched up her robe, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole.

Perry.

Her heart bounced crazily as she opened the door.

He was dressed in rumpled jeans and a T-shirt, and his hair and skin were damp.

A lazy grin curled his mouth. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she whispered.

“I took a shower.”

“So did I.”

He scanned her from wet hair to pink polished toes. “So you’re naked under that robe?”

She nodded.

He looked right, then left, then back to her. “Well, I won’t say I’ve never had sex in a hotel hallway, but unless you want to add it to your repertoire, maybe I should come in.”

Jane grinned, and they were kissing before the door closed.

“I woke up with a perfectly good hard-on,” he murmured, “and you were gone.”

She untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. “Oh, no.”

His eyes lit up as he lifted his T-shirt over his head and unzipped his pants.

“Oh, yes.”

When he was naked, too, he caught her mouth in an explosive kiss and walked her

backward to the bed, his erection jutting into her bare stomach. He eased her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, nuzzling her breasts. But feeling bold, she rolled him over and

straddled him, eager to try her hand at pleasing him the way he’d pleased her.

Perry didn’t object.

She clasped his rigid cock and stroked him slowly and purposefully until the velvety head

was lubricated and shiny. He moaned his pleasure and massaged her breasts, his eyes hooded

with desire. His response gave her the nerve to take him into her mouth. At his sharp intake of breath, female satisfaction flowed through her.

After a few seconds, she lifted her head. “Tell me what you like.”

“You’re doing fine,” he said, gasping.

“Seriously,” she said. “Do you like it when I do this?” She licked the head of his cock like

a lollipop.

“Yes,” he hissed.

“And this?” She took in his length as far as her throat would allow and caressed his soft