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if reading her mind. “I always practice safe sex, without exception.”
    Her slightly hysterical hiccup of laughter sounded like a sob. His shoulders drooped and he sighed. Disappointment clear in his sober gaze, he squeezed her fingers, turning her hand over and brushing a soft kiss to the bare skin of her wrist below the cuff of her light jacket. The damp warmth of his breath sent tingles of heat up her arm.
    He released her, stepped back, and opened the lobby door to his hotel. “Promise me you’ll take a cab this time.”
    She nodded.
    Like a curtain drawing an end to a particularly haunting scene, he disappeared inside.
    A crushing sense of loss weighed on her while her mind flashed images like closing credits: The tauntingly sexy cowboy in his bio photograph. The controlling businessman negotiating a deal. The grinning little boy presenting her a steaming chocolate.
    She grabbed for the closing door. Tonight was a fantasy. No thinking required. She might be making a colossal mistake, Calamity Jane at her worst, but there was nowhere else she wanted to be at the moment than in Gabe Sutton’s arms.

Chapter Three
    Less than five minutes later, Jane found herself sandwiched between Gabe’s big body and the inside of his hotel room door. If this was madness, she gladly joined the ranks of the insane. Outerwear flew willy-nilly. Mouths fused and bodies pressed tightly together; they ravished one another. Arching into him, she giggled internally at the mental description.
    She wasn’t sexually ignorant, but the frantic mating described in romance novels had always been fantasy as far as she was concerned. Sex was warm and physically enjoyable, but, ultimately, never came close to so many authors’ wildly fictional imaginings.
    Until now.
    He released her mouth and, with a dip of his knees, feasted his way down her throat to clamp his lips around a distended nipple through the silk of her blouse.
    “Bed.” She quivered beneath his hot mouth.
    “Bed.”
    His hand dove beneath the hem of her skirt to ride her thigh to her hip, then around to mold one cheek of her behind, left naked by her barely-there thong underwear. On a tortured groan, he shuddered as his widespread fingers squeezed her flesh. A storm raged in his eyes. He recaptured her mouth, pulling her flush against him and lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on.
    “God, you’re sweet.”
    His rumbling murmur bathed her lips while he moved in the direction of the suite’s bedroom.
    “I’m hot.” She said the first thing that popped into her head, but it was true. She was burning up!
    He stopped. Lowering her to her feet, he chuckled. “Yes, you are.”
    Embarrassment and desire combined, flaring through her in waves.
    He fingered the squared neckline of her blouse. Eyes darkened by desire twinkled down at her. “And I have no desire to cool you off just yet, but getting you out of this may help.”
    “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
    He chuckled. Without a word, his fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, disbursing three before she found her voice again.
    “The truth is, I’ve never done this before, so I’m a little off balance. I say stupid things when I’m off balance.”
    His fingers stilled on button number four. Alarm flashed in his eyes. “What do you mean, you’ve never done this before?”
    “Oh, no.” She briefly squeezed her eyes shut. “See, that’s exactly my point. I didn’t mean I’ve never had sex.” His tensed shoulders relaxed as she hurriedly added, “What I meant was, I don’t sleep with guys I’ve just met.”
    His chest expanded on a deep breath, his nostrils flared and his chin rose a notch. If he thought she’d changed her mind, he didn’t make it easy for her. Guided by his hands, the blouse slid from her shoulders, down over her arms, until her breasts, encased in lace, were exposed.
    “I’m humbled you’ve broken your rule for me.” He pushed the