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something very appealingly cheeky about Jake even if he was testosterone on legs. She swore he’d been rock hard with need, but he’d stopped when she’d asked him to.
    For the first time in her life, she realised what it was like to be with a man who sparked a fire inside her as soon as he came near, instead of feeling dead below the waist and believing it was her fault.
    Her nipples contracted at the thought of him.
    Pumping the liquid soap container she washed under her arms and over her breasts, so that her nipples tightened. Her hand moved between her legs and her fingers slid in between. Why did Jake have to take her in his arms and kiss her like that leaving her edgy and needy?
    Closing her eyes, she made long, languorous movements with her fingers as she rocked her hips. A sigh burst from her lips followed by a deep moan as little tingling sensations made her clench and unclench.
    She’d been able to feel every muscle on Jake’s hard washboard stomach as he’d pressed himself against her when he’d kissed her. Her breath came hot and hard as she imagined what Jake would look like naked. How did a guy so tall and strong get to be so gentle and sexy at the same time?
    Opening her legs, she stroked harder, her hips rising and falling so that the water splashed over the bath. Her knees pressed against the hard porcelain sides. Ruby groaned. She wanted Jake to be doing this, Jake to be kissing her hard like he had downstairs, stroking her body, murmuring her name as if she were the only woman in the world who existed for him.
    The orgasm exploded, travelling up her spine until she arched and groaned, the tone primal and urgent, echoing off the walls. ‘Jake,’ she cried out.
    She slumped trying to catch her breath. Jake. Jake. Jake. Her heart thumped his name.
    Next door she heard someone open a door and close it and she realised how paper thin the walls were. Luckily, she was unlikely to be meeting her neighbour on this busy strip called The Golden Mile which was a small, Vegas-like area full of nightclubs and strip joints interspersed between shops and cafes.
    Ruby relaxed back into the bath and closed her eyes. She’d never experienced wanting like this. She was certain she would enjoy sex with a man, if that man were Jake, she thought dreamily. Even his name aroused within her a painful, desperate need.
    A sharp splintering sound of glass smashing made her eyes snap open. She leapt up with her heart hammering. It sounded like the front window of the shop had caved in. Grabbing a towel and rapidly drying herself, Ruby pulled on the nightgown, slipped it over her head so that it slithered down her body and ran downstairs.
    Night had gathered pace since she’d last been downstairs and the shop looked ghostly due to the outside glow of neon lights from the strip, which caught the reflection of the shop mirrors.
    A large shape blocked out the window. Ruby froze. A scream started in the base of her throat, rose up to her mouth, yet only a strangled sound left her lips as fear froze her voice box.
    Crunch! A man, his body bulky, his face broad and dark, stepped into the window box. From the side, a street neon light flashed and for one brief moment, she made eye contact with the man, more monster than human. A spider tattoo webbed his face and in his hand a knife gleamed bright.
    The scream that had frozen on her lips filled the room, ringing out until it seemed to bounce off the walls. She turned, searching the shop for something to defend herself as her survival instinct honed from years of needing to protect herself and Emerald, kicked in. Escape wasn’t an option. There was an exit door at the back of the shop but by the time she fiddled with the deadlock he would be on top of her. No. The Cross was busy. Draw attention. Scream. Fight at the front.
    Spying a baseball bat mounted on a wall display, she pulled at it bringing the whole ensemble to the ground. With adrenalin