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won’t say anything.”
    “What about the other members?”
    I just shrugged and stepped around him. “I’m off the clock and not in uniform.”
    His shoulders relaxed and he turned to watch me leave the water. A glance back showed him sitting in my spot with his gaze on me. I felt it all the way across the room.
    As I walked over to join Ben the urge to run back to Sean slowed my pace. What did those kisses mean, if anything, to him? For me it was the start of something I’d been craving for two months. We had gotten along so well on our dates, and I felt a connection to him every time we talked. There just had to be more.
    Unfortunately, by the time I finished talking to the two new members Ben was showing around, at least twenty minutes had passed. I’d been glancing toward the hot tub every few minutes but never saw the moment Sean left. I don’t know how long he waited or if he was indeed waiting on me at all. But seeing the empty water slowed my stride. I headed straight for the locker room to change and leave.
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    That night as I readied for bed, the memory of Sean’s kisses burned through me. I was flushed from my shower but the moisture between my legs hadn’t come from the water. I dropped my towel to the floor beside my bed and crawled on top of the blankets. Sean’s image immediately filled my mind when I closed my eyes. His bronze skin and taut muscles, military-style hair and blue eyes all coalesced into a perfect male specimen. I sighed and ran my fingertips over my sensitive breasts. My nipples hardened and I grasped them between my fingers. Lightning streaked through my bloodstream at the slight pain and I moaned, wishing Sean was with me.
    His house was two streets away, a mere two minutes at a brisk walk. For a heartbeat I contemplated arriving on his doorstep in nothing but my bathrobe. My hands stilled on my belly as I considered his possible reactions. Any red-blooded male would be thrilled to have a willing woman show up mostly naked on his doorstep. Right? But Sean had never fit my pattern of normal, red-blooded male. He might be mad and consider me pushy. Or, worse yet, he might think me desperate. Those possibilities kept me on my back, fingers inching toward the source of a deep, aching emptiness.
    I’ve never been shy about taking care of my own needs, and Sean’s image had provided fantasies for just this purpose many times over the past few months. My favorite was him after a few laps in the pool. He would already be breathing hard, chest heaving and shoulders tight from exertion. Lucky water droplets would slide down his pecs, cutting a slow path through his light-blond curls to follow his happy trail. Sean’s well-defined six-pack would gleam beneath the soft fluorescents as he stripped out of his wet swim shorts. I imagined the cold tiles against my back as he pressed me to the floor with his hard body.
    The fingers of one hand gripped my breast almost roughly as he would in his impatience, while my other fingers slid across the smooth skin of my mons. Would he like me bare? I imagined a surprised look of appreciation on his face as he explored all I had to offer. I could taste him in my mouth, feel his warm lips against mine and smell his masculine scent still lingering in my lungs from earlier. My thighs became slick from my heightened arousal and I found the epicenter with one clever fingertip. A few slow circles, hips pumping in urgent rhythm, nipples tight and aching, I came shouting his name into my empty room.
    A shiver ran along my spine as I relaxed against the mattress and slowed my breathing. Sated, I was ready to fall asleep on top of the covers without a care in the world. Then a knock sounded on my front door. Sean immediately sprang to mind but my luck had never been that good. Really, what were the odds he would show up at my house now as if mysteriously called by my masturbatory fantasy?
    I rolled off the bed, nearly falling on my face as I scrambled