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harder.
    “I’m better than okay,” she said replying his earlier question. Her hand trailed to his belt buckle, “I’m ready to play.”
    Amusement lined his eyes. “Are you, now?” he teased then turned serious. “Angie I’m going to make love to you, to bury myself deep inside you so that when you come I can feel every single tremor. I want to hear you scream and I want to see your face when you come for me.”
    Angie felt her chest tighten and she was struggling to get enough air into her lungs. She opened her mouth to reply to him but found her voice wasn’t working. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’d like that very much,” she answered politely, even though there was nothing very polite about the way he was looking at her, or about the thoughts going through her head for that matter.
    “Do you have condoms?”
    Condoms? As in more than one? How many times did he intend to do it? She wondered silently even as she felt a thrill shoot through her. She got off his legs and headed for the bathroom. “I’m not sure, let me check.” She hadn’t bothered with condoms because she hadn’t come to Kuala Lumpur to have an affair, even if that was what her best friend had urged her to do. She’d actually run as far away from Boston as her legs could carry her. Far away from Christmas.
    In the bathroom she searched through the medicine cabinet and felt a huge wave of relief when she found a pack of condoms. Hmm, what was her mother-in-law doing with a pack of condoms in here? On second thought, she didn’t even want to know. She peered at herself in the mirror and took stock.
    Her neck was a bit longer than was usual but considering the year she’d gone through she was just grateful she even had a neck, so to speak. She still had nightmares about that night a year ago, which took her husband and left her hovering between life and death for several weeks. When she eventually became lucid enough to realize she wasn’t going to die, she’d wept until there was nothing left. She spent that Christmas at the Massachusetts General Hospital and the months afterward in therapy.
    The thought of facing another Christmas had been too much for her and her mother-in-law had taken pity on her. Her lips curled in a slight smile when she thought about Glenda Stewart. Who would have thought that the woman who had made her life a living hell for the three months she’d been married to her son - and the year and a half they’d dated before then - would turn out to be her anchor after the accident, when her life had seemed to completely unravel at the seams.
    Holding onto the edges of the sink, Angie took a deep calming breath. She didn’t want to think about the accident. She felt alive in a way she hadn’t in the last year and there was a man there with a raging hard-on waiting for her. She smirked. Who used the word ‘raging’ outside of a romance novel anyway?
    Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her pale blonde hair then ran them over her body and felt a thrill rush through her when she encountered the taut tips on her chest. She was going to have this one night with the sexy Alex Farhadi and maybe hot sex with a stranger was just what she needed to forget the past year and move on with her life. Using her hands, she smoothed the folds of her dress, picked up the box of condoms and walked out.

Chapter Three
     
    Angie led Alex to the master bedroom. They were barely inside before he caught hold of her hand and drew her to him in a hot, passionate kiss, using his body to press the door shut. Burying her hands in his curly hair, Angie gave herself up to the sensations swirling through her body as she pressed into him. Taking her hands out of his hair, she ran them over his broad shoulders, his back, then brought them up to his hair again.
    Alex ran his hands along her spine and down to her backside, pressing her against his erection. He turned her around until she was leaning against the door and