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character for the woman she now was. She had long since put such rash
behavior well behind her. So she battled her desire and turned, slowly and
carefully, to meet his curious gaze. But even though she steeled herself,
looking into his chocolate brown eyes made her jump like she’d been bitten by a
snake, and she wobbled on her high heels.
    “Hey there,
Megan.” His big easy grin lit up his tanned, chiseled face and she felt
herself melting. Losing her carefully constructed façade of
respectability. Surrendering to his power and
strength.
    And wanting to.
    This was why she’d broken it off
over the phone. Megan had known that if she’s seen him face to face, she would
have been unable to do it. She could not break up with Matt whilst gazing into
his big brown eyes. It wasn’t how things worked between them. He dominated her
and she submitted to him, in exchange for love, devotion and protection.
    That was how it had worked between them.
    And she hadn’t realized until this
moment, or hadn’t wanted to admit, exactly how much she’d missed him.
     
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    With her face pressed into the
back of his leather jacket and arms wrapped tightly around his waist, Megan
watched as the familiar sights of the town she’d grown up in flew by. The well-maintained wooden houses with their expansive manicured front
yards and wooden picket fences. The mail boxes next to the gates,
numbered and painted in a myriad of colors. The varying greens
of the trees…everywhere, the trees, grown even taller during her absence. The familiarity tugged at her heart, reminding her that she had been happy here
once. Her whole life had been here. Her hopes and dreams had been focused on
the life she thought she’d have here, with Matt.
    Same town, same people and a
whole trailer load of memories.
    Some good. Some bad. Some hot as hell… The latter ones, all
featuring the man she now gripped with all of her strength. The man whose
leather jacket was emblazoned with the logo of his club: a silver skull set on
top of a flying motorcycle. The man who was now sat between
her thighs while her dress rode up almost to her panties, which were rapidly
getting damper.
    Just like old times.
    What on earth was she doing?
Sure, Matt was still gorgeous, alluring, commanding but it didn’t mean she had
to go home with him. This was crazy. She could get hurt . . . they could both
get hurt. But part of her kept repeating that they really were adults now. They
had both been in other relationships. They were no longer foolish kids swept
along on a tsunami of passion and irresponsible behavior.
    Surely, this could just be what
it was?
    A one night stand following their
high school reunion.
    Just one night. No more . . . no less.
    Her body throbbed in response.
    But her heart screamed. One night
would never be enough. She would never survive tearing herself away from him
again. She craved his love, his adoration, his tenderness and his fierce,
dominant passion. She had never met a man like him. None of her lovers had been
his equal. None of
them. Not that there had been that many, or that she had actually given
them a chance.
    Not really.
    She breathed deeply of his scent
and shrugged. It was too late to back out now. She had gone this far. She’d go
back to his grandma’s old house, which he’d inherited, and would spend the
evening, maybe even the night. Perhaps he’d changed anyway and didn’t like the
things he used to. The secret, dark things she dreamed of and fantasized about.
The things that made her wake up most nights soaked in sweat with her hands
pressed between her thighs and her sheets twisted around her.
    The things she longed to do
again.
    But perhaps that was all in the
past for him. And if so, then it would be for her too. For
she hadn’t been with anyone with tastes or desires like Matt’s. And she
wouldn’t want to. That side of herself was too
shocking for most men to deal with. She had been forced to act vanilla with her
other lovers, to