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fire within her that no man ever had. It blazed hot. Fast. Burned like an inferno. One which she had no chance of extinguishing.
    Rolling her shoulders, she tried - and failed - to relax. Who was she kidding? The only thing that would relax her at this point was one heck of an orgasm.
    She took another deep breath, let it out through the mouth and leaned against the table. When he came back, she’d suggest dinner. Dinner...and then he could come back to her hotel. Was that sleazy? Based on the way he'd grilled her earlier, she seriously doubted he'd want her coming back to his place.
    Thinking of his earlier interrogation irked her all over again. She wasn't on the job right this minute and it bugged her that he didn’t take her at her word. On the other hand, if he didn’t recognize her, how could he know? Why would he trust her?
    And just what made him think that he was worth a story after all this time? He’d made it very clear that he was done with football, his private life was private and he wasn’t answering any questions. Just what had happened during that accident?
    Her nerve endings spoke up then. He's definitely worth a story, they sang in unison. A full page, cover story in Playgirl magazine. With centerfold!
     
    Trevor flipped the sign hanging in the window to ‘closed’ and flipped the lock. He couldn't handle any more interruptions. He'd lusted after Julia Fairchild since the moment he laid eyes on her five years ago.
    At the time, she'd been a junior reporter, working the locker room with poise and grace that belied her years or position. Every straight guy in the joint had hit on her. And when they weren't hitting on her they were checking out her assets. Trevor was guilty of that himself.
    He'd asked her out all those years ago and she'd turned him down flat. Even now, the disappointment pricked him. Why hadn't she said yes? By the way she'd combusted in his arms moments ago, it was obvious that she was attracted to him. Hadn't she been attracted to him back then?
    Or was this all part of a scam? An attempt to get the scoop on why he’d left the field? The thought burned his gut like acid.
    He stalked back into the storage room and found her leaning against the table at the far wall. She'd rebuttoned her shirt. Was she leaving? That was probably for the best, but damn if disappointment didn’t stab him again.
    “Sorry that took so long.” Story or no story, he realized as he saw the look of uncertainty fade from her eyes, he wanted her… Wrapped around him like chocolate on a strawberry.
    She smiled at him then, the come-hither smile of a woman who was happy…and horny. His disappointment dissolved as he stepped toe to toe with her. She stared up at him for a long moment and he saw the war inside her. What were the options she was weighing? He hoped whatever they were the outcome would be in his favor.
    She reached for him, fisting her hand in the front of his T-shirt, pulling his head down for another kiss that sent all his blood rushing back to his cock. Damn, that was hot. Normally, take charge, aggressive women were a turnoff, but she was a perfect mixture of dominant and submissive.
    Her breathy little moans drove him crazy. Did she know how those little sounds affected him? How he’d lay awake weeks from now hearing them in his mind?
    He ground himself against her, showing her what words couldn't.
    “Trevor...” she whispered against his lips but got lost in the kiss.
    He grinned, liking that he could distract her so easily. She was a woman of words. But right now, he wanted her actions. Her lips beneath his, opening for him. Accepting him. He wanted her breasts, flushed, full, with hard little nipples, stabbing his hands.
    She jerked his shirt up and slipped her hands beneath. He shuddered at the feel of her cool fingertips skimming over his skin.
    He fumbled with the top button on her blouse.
    “Why'd you go and do that?” he murmured, ducking to kiss the thumping pulse point in her