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I turn. “Why would you say that?”

He finishes with the lock and pushes his truck keys in his pocket. We’re standing so close,I can smell the sweat dried into his shirt. In the full light, I’m soaking him inlike I’m dying of thirst and he’s a tall drink of water.

“Because you’re funny,” he says. “And you’re not scared of me.”

“Maybe I’m just funny and brave,” I shoot back.

He shakes his head. “No, you’re a little fucked up.”

He’s right about some of it. I am fucked up, but that’s not my fault. I don’t think I’m very brave. It’s just that for some reason, I’m not one bit afraid of Jensen Childress.

That doesn’t mean he’s not big, much taller than I am, and he feels a little dangerous. It just doesn’t feel like he would hurt me.

He takes a step in. I take a step back.

“I was voted funniest in my class,” I whisper, my back hitting the wood.

He braces a hand against the wall above my head and leans in close. “Now you’re just bragging.”

“It was a really small class.”

His face creases into a smile as he kisses me, and I feel his teeth brush my lips. We kiss gently this time, exploring each other’s mouths. His lean body sinks into mine. This time,I get to feel his erection harden against my stomach. It’s a delicious lengthening that strokes my ego. He gives me some tongue, and I love it,even though I fucking hated it when Leland did that. With him,it feltaggressive and wet. With Jensen, it feels almost like slow sex with our mouths. I’m disappointed when he pulls back.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me into the kitchen at the end of the hall. It’s clean but lived in. There’s a clean dish and cup on the draining board. A calendar taped to the fridge with a bunch of appointments scrawled all over it. An old wedding invite beside it. On the counter sits an empty mug with a coffee ring in it.

He sets me down on the table and takes my boots off. Then, he lowers me until I’m on my back.

“I thought you wanted me to sit on your face,” I say.

“I do.” He leans over, hand planted on the table beside my head. “You said you wanted me to get cleaned up,so I’m going to eat your cunt first, then I’ll shower and we can get to work. How’s that sound?”

“Maybe I should shower first.” I push myself up on my elbows.

“Nah, that’s a waste of good pussy. Spread your legs, baby.I know you taste good.”

“That’s…You’re nasty,” I gasp.

He grips my thighs and pulls me in like I’m a whole meal. “Just wait.”

I close my eyes, his kitchen fluttering out of sight. His hands graze my bare thighs. For the first time in my life, I feel the eroticism of wantingto be touched instead of dreading it. Guilt rises in my chest as his mouth traces my inner thigh. I was sent here to seduce him, but now that he has me, I don’t want to hurt him. This isn’t how I thought this would go.

He says something. I crack my eyes,and he’s washing his handsat the sink.

Thoughtful.

Then, he’s back between my thighs, touching my pussy, sending tingles and desperate pulses through my hips. The guilt lingers until he leans in and licks me, from pussy to clit.

After that, there’s no room in my head for anything but him.

CHAPTER SIX

JENSEN

There’ve been times in my life when I was having fun but didn’t realize it. That was disappointing, because I didn’t get to savor it. Tonight, I am having the most fun I’ve had in years, but I know it. And that just makes it ten times better.

She is whatever is on the other side of my dream woman—gorgeous, funny, and unafraid to dish it back. There’s something else, an aftertaste to her that’s familiar, like somehow I’ve met her before, which is impossible. I’ve got a good memory. I would know this girl in a second if we’d slept together before. There would have been no way I’d let her walk away.

I bend in and kiss her inner thigh.