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rendezvous. When she blinked her eyes open and
reached for the amazing man beside her, she jolted upright and
gasped out loud.
    “Oh. My.
God.”

Chapter
Three
    “O h. My. God.”
    Garret Wilson
blinked his eyes open and stared at the gorgeous woman looking down
at him. With a tangle of bed sheets clutched to her chest, her big
eyes were wide, her sexy mouth agape. Her long chestnut hair was
tousled and mussed from last night’s lovemaking marathon, and had
his cock hardening all over again. Adam wasn’t kidding when he said
she was amazing.
    As his erection
tented the sheets, her big blue eyes went from his face, to his
obvious arousal, back to his face again. Despite the shock
spreading across her flushed cheeks, he spotted some other emotion
swimming in the depth of those baby blues. Something that resembled
desire. She wanted him again—as much as he wanted her—and that
realization had his cock growing another inch.
    Jesus, he’d
been around the block a time or two, and had bedded his fair share
of women, but he’d never quite met a girl like her. So warm, so
giving, so generous and sensual between the sheets that it did the
strangest things to his insides. Want zinged through him as last
night’s erotic memories warmed his blood. Adam was right, there was
just something about her, something so unique and beguiling that it
could turn even the wildest of playboys into a one-woman kind of
guy.
    Her gorgeous
pink nipples—nipples that he’d sucked long and hard until their
cries of pleasure merged—pressed against the white sheet, and it
occurred to him that she was a lethal combination of sweet and sexy
and was every bit as giving and passionate between the sheets as
his brother had said she was.
    As Garret
stared at her, he knew his heart didn’t stand a chance, not with a
girl like her. Even though he’d just met her, with the way Adam
talked about her it felt like he’d known her for his entire
lifetime, which could very well account for what he was feeling. He
guessed his brother was betting on that. She brought things out in
him that left him reeling and thanks to Adam he knew her wants and
needs better than she, herself, did. Which was exactly why he was
here.
    “Good
morning.”
    “Good morning?”
she rushed out. “Good morning? That’s all you have to say? Good
morning!”
    He went up on
his elbows. “What else would you like me to say?” he asked slowly,
in an attempt to calm her and make this as easy on her as
possible.
    “How about,
geez, sorry about last night.”
    “But I’m not
sorry.” He reached out to gently trace the pretty outline of her
areola, barely visible behind the sheet she desperately clutched to
her chest. Last night he discovered the way she liked to be touch
and he planned to put that knowledge to good use. He rubbed her nub
with the soft pad of his thumb, ever so gently, just enough to make
it harden beneath his hand. “Why should I be?”
    She shivered
under his invasive touch and inched toward him. The movement was
slight, but he noticed it. Then, as if she suddenly realized what
she was doing, she squared her shoulders and bit out, “Because you
pretended you were Adam.”
    “No I
didn’t.”
    “You slept with
me!”
    “And you slept
with me,” he responded, reminding her that it was she who’d crawled
in with him. “And I don’t believe I was the only willing
participant in this bed last night.”
    Gorgeous blue
eyes flashed daggers. “That’s because I thought you were Adam.”
    She looked so
sweet and vulnerable that a wave of tenderness stole over him. He
softened his voice and asked, “Didn’t you enjoy it?” He reached for
her, but she pulled back.
    “No. Yes. I
don’t know. I thought you were Adam.”
    Okay, they were
clearly going in circles here and they both needed coffee. When he
pushed the comforter off, she quickly averted her glance and
scrambled to the other side of the bed.
    “Wait. Don’t,”
she rushed out.
    “Don’t