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“In your dreams.” Deciding to ignore his sexy ass, she boarded the boat and sat, digging into the hash browns. “Oh, my God,” she murmured, this time in sheer pleasure. So good.

He just stared at her. “Are you having sex with the hash browns now? Do you need a moment alone with them?”

She flipped him the bird.

He grinned and boarded, sitting next to her without asking.

“Is that all you men think about?” she asked. “Sex?”

“No.” He paused. “Maybe.”

Outwardly she rolled her eyes. Inwardly she quivered.

“Who were you on the phone with?” he asked.

“My sister’s got a friend who has a…lucrative business out of Vegas. She knows I need more work, so she told the guy I was looking. That was my audition.”

“Define lucrative business.”

“Phone sex.”

“No,” he immediately said.

She stared at him in disbelief. “I’m not taking the job. Although I have no idea why it would matter to you.”

She never even saw him coming. All she knew was that in the next heartbeat, he’d slid a big hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her in and kissed her.

His mouth didn’t feel stern now. It felt warm and giving, and she made an utterly involuntarily helpless little murmur and pressed against him, seeking more, seeking things she hadn’t even realized she wanted.

And then suddenly his mouth was gone.

She staggered back a step and stared up at him. “Wha…?”

“Do you know now?” he asked in a low, sexy voice. “Why it would matter to me?”

She bit her lower lip.

“Do you, Sophie?”

She closed her eyes and then opened them and pointed at him. “You are a big complication, you know that?”

“Ditto, babe.” Reaching out, he lightly tugged on a strand of her hair. “Thanks for sharing last night.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she said. “I didn’t mean to drink that bottle at all.”

He smiled. “I meant you. Thanks for sharing some of you.”

“Oh,” she said brilliantly, both annoyed at him for making her talk about it and also oddly pleased and moved by him saying so.

“Don’t look so surprised,” he said. “I like you. I like you a lot.”

If him saying thanks for sharing had stunned her, this just about paralyzed her. And then there was the way she reacted to his body, his touch, his voice. She offered him one of her two bags.

Sitting back, he opened his and peered inside, breaking into a smile. “Hash browns and pancakes,” he said reverently.

She took a deep breath. “For the hangover,” she managed, maybe a little more defensively then she’d have liked.

“My favorite,” he said. “Even if I don’t have a hangover.”

“Bastard,” she said, and reached out to snatch the bag back, but he held it out of her reach.

He smiled. “I’ll let you keep the boat moored here tonight.”

“Two nights,” she said instantly. Hell, she might be a sucker for a hot guy, but she wasn’t stupid.

He smiled. “Two,” he said so easily she wished she’d asked for a week. She opened her mouth and then hesitated.

“What?” he asked.

“We’re really not going to talk about it?”

“You wanting a spanking?” he asked. “Sure, but I’m much more an action guy than a talker, so…” He patted his knee.

She narrowed her eyes. “Try it and you’ll be walking funny. Forever.”

He laughed. And dammit, he had a really great laugh.

“And I meant the kiss,” she said.

Jacob was quiet for a beat, and she started to get more than a little annoyed. That annoyance kicked up a notch when he finally spoke.

“Thought it best to leave it alone,” he said, calm as you please. Like maybe he hadn’t been driven nearly as crazy as she by said kisses.

I like you. I like you a lot…

Confused, unsettled, she got to her feet, but he did the same, wrapping an arm around her to halt her progress. His eyes, intense and hungry, fixed on her mouth. Her skin came alive with hot pleasure, and her bones liquefied. He kissed her then, deep and hungry and powerful, his hips sliding against hers.

He was hard. For her. And at that realization, the stupid boat, her money troubles, her entire screwed-up life all faded away.

It was like she’d never been kissed before him. Like a dormant part of her had been waiting all her life for this one kiss to wake her up.

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