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many times in his head. He remembered it in vivid detail. “I wanted you bad.”
    She crunched her bottom lip. “Me too.”
    “We waited a long time.” A record breaker for him. But he would have waited even longer.
    “Maybe too long.” Her eyelids squeezed tighter.
    “It was worth it.” That night Dylan fell in love. Not lust. Love. He'd been with enough women to recognize the difference.
    “Your heart pounded so hard.” Her words were a willowy whisper.
    “Everything was hard.”
    “I can't believe I rode your bike in that skimpy outfit.”
    “I can.”
    “You pressed me up against the palm tree and wedged your knee between my legs.” Her breaths were a little ragged.
    “Then what happened?” Like he would ever forget.
    “You lifted my skirt.”
    “And?”
    “You slipped your hand inside my panties.” Shay's eyes popped open. Her hot gaze seared right through him. “And you stroked me.”
    “Then I ate you.”
    “I don't know which felt better. Your tongue or...”
    “The way you cried out, we know.”
    “Hey, you cried out too.”
    He forced a smile. “Maybe I did.”
    Shay grinned. Stuffing some food into her mouth, she stared at him for the longest few seconds. “We haven't cried out like that in a long time,” she finally said.
    His half grin evaporated. Uh-oh. Here it comes. He wanted to shut his eyes and plug his ears. Instead, he looked dead at her. “No, we haven't.”
    She leaned her elbows on the table and wavy tendrils of hair fell forward, framing her sweet face. Slicking her tongue across that full bottom lip, she tormented him with the sexiest I-want-you eyes he'd ever seen. “Would you like to try?”
    He did a double take. Would I like to try? Is that what she'd just said? He reprocessed her words. Holy crap. Shay didn't want to break up. She wanted sex. Yes! He scooped his heart off the tiles. “Baby, I would love to try.”
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    Chapter 2
    Break down his defenses. And break out the black leather.
    "Want to get your man talking? Give him booty!"
    Erin's words. Not Shay's. Crazy chick. Then again, maybe she wasn't so crazy. After all, Shay was pretty desperate. She would do anything, anything to get back on stable ground with Dylan. Talk? He didn't want to talk. Not about their problems. Yet he seemed real willing to talk about sex.
    Oh yeah, last night she could've violated him a million different ways. But no. Not so fast. As much as her soul ached for him, she couldn't let go that easily. Too much had been said. Too much had not been said.
    Still, if last night said anything ... Shay had barely done a thing. A little food. A little sex talk. She'd left him wanting more. But then, she'd promised more. He only had to come home at a decent hour. She would do the same. She would do the rest.
    Shay's Rules of Seduction . She'd hatched them overnight. One way or another, she'd get inside his head. No matter how many orgasms it took.
    She found her motorcycle jacket stuffed in the back of the closet. When was the last time she'd worn that thing? Creamy leather. Sexy cut. Funky zippers. Back in the day, she'd never taken it off. They'd ridden Dylan's Harley all over South Florida. Lord, her father had detested that machine. But she had loved it, almost as much as its owner. Wearing the jacket—which she had to admit still fit perfectly—she looked hot, felt hot.
    “Going to a biker bar?” Dylan set his laptop on the kitchen counter. The heated look on his face spoke volumes. His blue gaze practically raped her.
    Shay felt a thrill of satisfaction. She didn't let on, keeping her expression severe, like her outfit. “No. You're taking me for a ride.”
    “Am I?”
    She hooked a finger in the belt loop of her tight, low-riding jeans. “Is that a problem?” Ultra glossy lips pursed as she paused for an answer.
    He seemed unsure. Not unwilling, though. “When's the last time you rode?”
    “Haven't done a lot of things lately.” Her smoky gaze