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yourself.”
    He groaned and dipped his head, kissing her again. The evidence of his desire lay thick and snug between them. Hot and heavy, he took and she gave. Her hands tugged his T-shirt, freeing it from his jeans and then she shoved her hands beneath. His skin was softer than she’d imagined and hot. Mercy, so hot. She soaked up his warmth, memorizing the feel of all those rock solid muscles rippling beneath her fingertips.
    Suddenly he was pulling back, stepping away from her. When his hands dropped from her waist she fell forward a step.
    Then she heard it. Someone rang the bell on the counter. Trevor sucked in a ragged breath that spoke to just how carried away they’d gotten. His blue eyes positively blazed with passion.
    “I'll—”
    She nodded.
    “Take care of business,” she told him. Then her gaze dropped to his crotch. The tight fitting denim didn’t hide his current condition. Not one little bit.
    She couldn’t help but grin. She’d done that to him. The knowledge sent a jolt of pleasure through her. It was good to have a little power over the man because she found him absolutely magnetic. Deciding to see if she could tease him just a little more, she licked her lips one more time.
    He groaned again and jerked open the button of his jeans. His fingers moved to his fly and her pulse spiked.
    “Don't get too excited,” he muttered, obviously irritated at the interruption. Then, with jerky movements, he repositioned himself and righted his jeans. The shirt barely hid the bulge. Her smile turned to a smirk. His warning came too late; she was thoroughly excited.
    JJ turned away, afraid that in her current state she'd throw herself into his arms and demand he take her right here and now, other customers be damned. He had a job to do. She mentally repeated the mantra three more times for good measure, taking a deep breath.
    “I'll be back in a minute.” He leaned in so close that his breath tickled the back of her neck. “And when I come back, I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine, you teasing little temptress.”
    Holy moly; that was one hot visual. Six feet, four inches of prime male with a raging, and by the look of it, very large, hard on. Teasing and tempting her .
    From the corner of her eye, she saw him grab a box from the shelf and hold it in front of his crotch.
    A moment later she heard his deep voice as he spoke with the customer. One minute turned to two. Then three. She walked to the end of the storage room, hands on her cheeks. What had she been thinking? Kissing him like that?
    True, he'd made the first move. But she'd kissed him, just like he'd kissed her. Full on, tongue-on-tongue action. Hell, she'd been waiting to do that with him for years. Since the first moment she'd seen him across the locker room. Since the first interview question. Since she'd seen him standing behind the counter of this shoe store.
    No, there was no lack of desire on her part.
    But here? Now? In the back of his cousin's shoe store? When he was on the clock and she was in town for her own job?
    Maybe they could meet up later. For dinner. Yes. Dinner sounded good. Sensible.
    But then, was anything about this...no, this wasn't a relationship. She'd spent all of a few hours with this man in her entire life if you added it all up. That wasn't a relationship. Those blissful few hours barely qualified as an acquaintance. No, she'd call it what it was. An affair. A brief affair. A rendezvous.
    Whatever she called it, there was nothing sensible about it. Not remotely. Her mother would be horrified. She could hear her voice now.
    “Making out with some man in the back of a shoe store? Really Julia. I raised you better than that. You're not in high school.”
    No. She certainly wasn't in high school. They didn't make men like Trevor Wyatt in high school. It took college and then years on the pro football field to create a man as heavenly as Trevor Wyatt.
    And that was the crux of the problem. He ignited a