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help her get back on her dating feet. Then, in the midst of oral sex and orgasms, he wormed his way under
her defenses by being a decent, nice guy. He d shaken more than the bed and her mind reeled from the
implications.
I don t want one night. I want to see you again. I want to let this go wherever it goes with us.
Dangerous, thrilling words he d whispered in the early-morning light thundered in her head. Words,
temptations that had triggered her flight from his bed, from his life. They d bargained for one night but he
made her think about more. It was too soon on the heels of her breakup with Jason, and she hadn t trusted
her own heart. Her fingers had traced Bram s slumber-relaxed jaw before she d quietly slipped out of the
bed, but he d never slipped from her mind.
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Bram leaned his back on the counter. Hidden in his deep baritone was a thread of hurt that jabbed at
her like a knife. I want to know why you left, why you won t tell me your name, and why me? If all you
wanted was a quick screw, there were men all over that damn fair. Why me, lady?
I don t know. She palmed her forehead and sighed. Yes, I do. You weren t a redneck. Your shirt
was Egyptian cotton, not J.C. Penney s. You had on tailored dress pants and Italian loafers but you didn t
reek of spoiled little rich boy. You stuck out like a sore thumb yet you were comfortable enough with who
you are not to care. You didn t try some lame pickup line or& I liked you, okay? Isn t that enough?
Maybe. And I like nice clothes for work.
And scruffy Cleveland Browns sweatshirts and faded Levi s in your off-time.
You re changing the subject.
We agreed on one night, she reminded.
Things changed. At least, they did for me. I thought& we found something that night, something I
lost when I woke up alone.
She pushed off the ledge, bounding before him like an overeager puppy, all bare feet and jittery
bones. The pounding beat in her throat almost choked her, but she swallowed it down. She wanted, she
needed him to understand her regrets. She would undo that morning if she could. She d made it halfway
home, jumpy and tense, only to turn around, driving back to a hole-in-the-wall motel that held exactly what
she d been looking for. But she was too late and he d checked out hours earlier.
It wasn t you, Bram. It was me. I messed up. You made me feel too much. You listened. You talked
to me. You cared. I got scared. I ran, and when I realized I d made a mistake, it was too late. You were
gone. She stepped close to wrap her arms around his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. But we re
here now and I m not running. Will you forgive me? For everything?
Large, powerful and rough-skinned, his hands framed her face with a gentle touch, spiraling a jagged
awareness through her. With one touch, he brought all those feelings of tenderness and promise back. Oh,
I m in major trouble here. Falling in love with Bram would be far too easy.
Will you tell me your name?
It sat on her tongue but she held it. The lure of still being his anonymous lover thrilled her with a
secret wickedness. She pressed her breasts closer to his chest. No& but if you guess it, I ll admit it.
His mouth quivered with a hidden smile. What else do I get if I guess right?
What else do you want?
He dropped his head to nibble at her jaw and devilish want dropped his tone to a husky, hungry level.
You, on your knees, in front of me, your lips around my cock.
Bram didn t talk dirty until he was excited and then he melted her bones with deliciously naughty
words. A lusty memory swelled like an ocean wave, tinged with the brazen light of erotic play.
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Sometime during that July night, the rain had stopped. Outside the motel window, a slow steady
dripdripdrip from a leaky gutter could be heard. Occasionally a vehicle sped through a puddle with a
splash. Her knees straddled his hips. She smoothed slow strokes up his spine then slid her hands around his
shoulders. Her hair swung low across his cheek, the air thick with the scent of sex.
So is Bram short for Abraham?
Nope. Just Bram.
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