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left, but of course his kisses always did that to any woman. No surprise there.
    Rasheed checked himself in the mirror one more time, wiped Bria’s lipstick from his lips with his handkerchief, and stuffed it neatly back into his pocket. As he opened the door, he realized he was shaken as well, but he wasn’t going to let it show. After all, he was Rasheed Vincent, playerextraordinaire on and off the court. Sure, Bria was beautiful, intelligent, and sexy, but he wasn’t going to let a woman steal his heart again.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Bria stood next to her baby sister while she exchanged vows with her soul mate. She hoped the anxiety rushing through her veins didn’t show. Instead, she tried to stay focused on what the preacher was saying about the sanctity of marriage. If her eyes wavered even one iota to the left, they would be on the best man, who had kissed her senseless and exposed a truth she had tried to suppress since they’d met. She glanced his way, and their eyes locked.
    Her moist hands gripped her bouquet, and she prayed that the wedding band on her finger wouldn’t be wet when she handed it to Shelbi.
    But that wasn’t the real reason of her discontent at the moment. It was Rasheed Vincent, whose intoxicating eyes were burning a hole through her skull. He wore a charismatic, cocky smile surrounded by his perfectly trimmed mustache and goatee. He stood bold and commanding in his tuxedo which fit his athletic build in a downright sexy manner. Women lusted after the six-foot-six, chocolate Adonis as if he were a real piece of Godiva chocolate. She had never swooned before, but the intense way he ran his eyes over her as if she was naked, would be the first time if she didn’t get a grip.
    They’d been friends for the past few months, but for some reason she felt—no, knew—their relationship had changed. The second he placed his tongue on her fingertips and then her lips, sent her to a place of oblivion. She had secretly wondered what it would be like to be kissed, held, and caressed by Rasheed and now she knew. Now she wanted his lips to explore her entire body, leaving no spot untouched. The thought sent a warm sensation through her veins, and she tried to turn off her thoughts of him by glancing at her parents in the front row. Her dad was patting her mother’s hand as happy tears flowed down her cheeks. Bria wanted a long-lasting relationship like her parents, but after her ex broke her heart two years ago, it seemed almost unattainable. And now she was somewhat infatuated with Rasheed, but he would be the last person she would even consider being in a long-term relationship with because he didn’t want one. He was a self-proclaimed playboy and bachelor and wanted to keep it that way.
    Bria had followed him throughout his successful basketball career until the day it ended. She had read about him on gossip blogs with supermodels, wannabe models, video vixens, actresses, socialites, and heiresses and had seen him on numerous commercials. Meeting him in person had been the icing on the cake, but she would never tell him that. It would go straight to his arrogant, bald head.
    During the past few months it had been difficult to resist the desire that swept her body like a windstorm whenever he was near. The urge to straddle him when he sat comfortably on her couch watching the game, chugging beers and getting mad when his team didn’t score, kept her up at night. Watching the intensity in him when he was frustrated with his team made her wonder how his face would look if they made love.
    When he had kissed her earlier, she’d fought off the desire to jump up on him and wrap her legs around his waist. One thing that stopped her was that her dress would wrinkle, and Shelbi would have a fit. Second, Rasheed was the president of the playa players association. He wasn’t interested in ever settling down or even being in a monogamous relationship ever again.
    Their friendship meant a lot to her, and she