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know was that my mother was gone the second my father died,” he continued, his voice low. “That woman who stayed with me was just a shadow of the lively, bright mom she used to be.”
    She stretched her hand to touch his, but he leaned back on the sofa. “Your turn.”
    So he didn’t want her condolences. Probably thought it was just simple pity. Hhhmm… Crossing her legs, one over the other, she sucked in a breath.
    He picked a card and read. “Who would you hate to see naked?”
    “My neighbor, good ol’ Mr. Spitzer. I endured enough when he reached for his tools as I was heading to my car and got a glimpse of his hairy coin slot,” she said.
    “That’s not right.” He laughed, and the atmosphere around them lightened a notch. She joined him, her limbs loosening, and for a moment everything seemed easy and comfortable.
    “You tell me. I try to avoid him, especially in the spring when he works outside a lot.” She snickered and removed a card from the stack. “Who is the sexiest woman in the world, dead or alive?” she read, and repositioned herself, stretching out her legs.
    Sebastian scooted closer to her on the sofa, and their legs brushed. A surge of adrenaline shot up her thighs. “She’s right in front of me.”
    “Oh, please.” She waved her hand in the air, dismissing his compliment. Ignoring the racing of her heart, however, was a different deal. “You’re going to tell me all the glamorous, gorgeous ladies you dated don’t hold a tiny candle to me?” She playfully batted her eyelashes. “C’mon…”
    A guy like Sebastian didn’t need but to up his brow to set the female population on fire. What woman in her sane mind would resist his orgasm-inducing accent? Not to mention his hunky face… beautiful, in a rugged kind of way. The kindness in his green eyes contrasted against the imposing square jaw and strong facial structure.
    Sebastian outlined her jaw with the tip of his finger, and heat dropped her stomach to the floor only to lift it up again, the rush sending her on a dizzy spell. “When you smile, the most adorable dimples dent your cheeks.” His voice dropped an octave, his accent more pronounced. “Your eyes are the color of the ocean.” He ran his finger up her cheek and she struggled not to melt into his caress. “And your breasts… they deserve their own commemorative stamp. Or to have a street named after them.” With his gaze locked on hers, he lowered his hand to her chest, making an invisible pattern on her pointing nipples with his fingers.
    “A street?” she breathed.
    Sebastian snaked an arm behind her and pulled her closer. “A whole city. A country, even,” he said with a growl. His hot breath electrified her scalp, and he kissed her earlobe. She thought she was going to explode, her blood flowing fast and furious through her veins. Instead of aiming at her mouth, he rose to his feet, looped his hands under her knees, and lifted her off the couch and into his arms.
    He laid her down the mattress, and she barely registered the softness of the bedspread or the pillows he tossed to the side. He was all that there was, all there could be, as he eased on top of her. He dipped his head and took her mouth in his, his tongue delving into her dark corners. She cupped his face and intensified the kiss, giving in to a hunger she didn’t know she had. Well, she knew. But she’d avoided it. Ignored it. Suppressed it.
    Tonight, there was no holding back. She wrapped her legs around him, and the brush of her thighs against his thick legs, his hardness teasing her sex, was mind blowing. She squirmed against him, and he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. With the mastery of a pro, well —she didn’t want to muse over his experience—he unzipped her dress and removed it over her head. He hesitated before touching her again, and beamed at the sight of her sparkly purple bra and G-string.
    “You came prepared.”
    He reached under her buttocks with