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better, in his bed.
    The kind of sex he liked usually took time. He needed her to
trust him before she could let go completely. Once she did he could tie her to
his bed and learn her body from the inside out.
    But it had been a long time since he had a chance to play
like that. Or the desire to do so.
    She suddenly glanced his way and their gazes collided before
she quickly looked down. Damn! He hadn’t felt a surge like that in…well,
ever. He was here, so there was no harm in talking to her. He finished the beer
in his hand with a couple quick swallows.
    Turning to the bartender, he had to raise his voice to be
heard over the music. “A couple more beers.”
    The big, beefy bartender handed him the two beers and Travis
made his way to the sexy redhead at the end of the bar.
    * * * * *
    Jessie was having a blast. She knew that she was going to
pay for the overindulgence in the morning but she really couldn’t bring herself
to care at the moment. It was so wonderful to just relax and hang with her
friends, because Marc and Brad were more than employees to her, they were
friends she trusted. She was feeling sappy toward them at the moment and she
was happy for them.
    Turning from their antics on the dance floor, she tried to
get Johnny’s attention. She wanted another beer, but the place was so full he
was hopping at the other end. Damn.
    “Want a beer?”
    The voice was low and close to her ear, sending a shiver down
her spine, but it was one of those thrilling shivers. The kind that let her
know there was a predator on the prowl and she was the prey.
    Turning, she stared into steel-gray eyes. He was tall,
taller than both Marc and Brad, who were both almost six feet. His shoulders
were wide and his arms, big. He must have spent a lot of time working out. But
what really caught her attention was the tattoo that peeked out from under the
collar of his tight black t-shirt.
    There were more tats on his big arms but she couldn’t tell
what they were. The one coming out of the neck of his shirt was some sort of
tribal design, black and bold, that came up the side of his neck to end just
below his ear. His head was shaved smooth and she had to control her hands from
reaching out to run across it.
    He smiled at her and she realized she must look like an
idiot. She took the beer from his hand. “Thanks.”
    “No problem.” He leaned against the bar next to her as she
took a sip from the icy-cold bottle. “So, out and about for a bit of fun
tonight?” he asked, leaning down again to be heard over the music.
    “You could say that,” Jessie answered but didn’t turn to
look at him. He was so close that she could feel the heat from his body and
smell his cologne. It was something dark and musky and she wondered what it
was.
    Jessie took another healthy sip of her beer and laughed at
Brad and Marc, who now were twirling each other about on the dance floor. Glancing
at the man still standing next to her from under her lashes, she was struck
again by how sexy he was.
    He turned to her and she quickly looked away.
    “Do you want to dance?” he said close to her ear.
    Jessie hesitated, but only for a moment. Nodding to him, she
set her beer on the bar as he took her hand and led her into the crush of
people on the dance floor.
    He swung her around and into his arms, making her laugh. He
smiled down at her as the music abruptly changed to a slow number. His big
hands rested on her hips and she could feel the heat of them through her thin
tank top.
    He swayed her gently as other couples paired up around them.
He was so dang tall that she only came up to his shoulder. Her hands were
resting on his biceps and they flexed under her fingers when his arms pulled
her in closer.
    Her belly gave a slow roll and her nipples tightened as they
brushed against his chest. Lifting her face to stare up at him, she stilled
when he lifted a hand and brushed her hair back from her face.
    She shouldn’t be doing this. She should go home and