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but she didn’t give him time to recuperate.
    As if no one but the two of them existed, she shimmied her skirt up enough to show off her toned thighs.
    God. He’d envisioned seeing her golden skin bare years ago, back when the idea of getting his hands on breasts like hers was no more than a teenage boy’s wet dream. She wasn’t some skinny, insubstantial thing he couldn’t hold on to. Alana actually had hips and an ass he couldn’t wait to squeeze while he pounded into her.
    But here? Where such an important moment in his life would be no more than one interlude out of many, and worse, possible grist for someone else’s arousal?
    If someone had asked him a month ago, he would’ve said he’d forgotten her. He’d had his share of girlfriends and by nature, he wasn’t a piner. Alana had always been out of reach. The one time he’d tried, she’d smacked him back soundly. So he’d relegated her to the back of his mind, assuming he’d probably never see her again. If he were honest, he hadn’t been sure he wanted to see her again. She’d hurt him, even if he’d known he should have expected no less.
    She needed the limelight, he liked being behind the scenes. But she also had a wicked sense of humor and a deep, abiding concern for the people she loved— like Kelly Crossman, who had been important to both of them— and an amazing eye for detail. For two years, her photographs had landed on the front page of their school paper. Everyone had agreed Alana MacGregor was going places.
    And here she was, at a sex club. Somehow this seemed like just one more attention- grabbing antic. She couldn’t even have sex in private.
    So why did just one look into her eyes make him feel seventeen and stupidly in lust again? Even though she didn’t realize who he was yet, he had to believe she’d give him a chance— a real chance this time— once he’d softened her up with really good sex. He glanced down at his hard- on then back up at Alana. The best sex of her life. Hopefully.
    “Getting nervous? Because I’m only getting wetter the more you stare at me.”
    Carter steeled his spine. “Who’s nervous?”
    “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.” She leaned toward him until the generous swells of her breasts peeked over her white cotton top. “Do you want to see these?” She traced her nipples. “I know you do. I can see it all over your face.” His breathing quickened as she shifted her hand to his erection. “And I can feel it, right here.” Her smoky laughter snaked through his system as her fingers rode up and down his length, stuffed so painfully into the unforgiving denim. He knew he shouldn’t have worn new jeans tonight, but he hadn’t wanted to wear his usual khakis to Kink. Now he was paying for it.
    As she playfully pulled on his zipper, barely tugging it down, he threw back his head to stare at the pinprick lights dotting the ceiling. They matched the stars shooting off in his brain when her nails skimmed his shaft through his jeans. Thank God she hadn’t fully unzipped him yet. He was afraid he’d go off like a rocket when her fingers touched his bare skin.
    Dammit, not here.
    “Why don’t we take this somewhere else? I only live a couple miles away.”
    “You really think I’ll go home with a stranger?”
    Stranger, my ass. “But you’ll fuck one?”
    Her mouth pinched. “Got a problem with that, stud?”
    Carter glanced down at her, some of his lust ebbing. She’d always been a party girl and her penchant for trying anything once had held a big allure for a guy who’d spent most weekends in front of his computer. Alana was go, go, go, always moving, always looking for the next good time. But the glimpses of the softer side she hid beneath endless bravado had always intrigued him.
    Tonight he couldn’t see anything but the sharp edge of her need. Apparently any dick would do. Maybe sleeping with Alana now wouldn’t change anything, because the girl he’d fantasized about had been