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time in as many minutes, wished she’d met
     him at a different place, different time.
    “Pity.” He reverted to a smoldering stare that had her wishing she’d ordered a vodka
     shot chaser. “Sex in confined spaces can be fun.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.” Heat crept into her cheeks and she signaled the waiter
     for a glass of water. To douse herself with.
    “Not the answer I was hoping for,” he said, shifting his barstool closer so their
     thighs brushed. “Would’ve been better if you’d said, ‘Sounds good, Jett, let’s go
     try.’”
    She cleared her throat and gratefully accepted the water from the waiter, drinking
     it all and wishing she could run the cool beaded exterior across her forehead. “How
     did we get onto this crazy topic?”
    “Started with you wanting to ravish me.” He clinked his beer bottle to her empty glass.
     “Seriously. There’s no need to hold back. I can take whatever you want to dish out.”
    Oh, boy.
    She could blame her lightheadedness on the alcohol, but she’d be lying.
    Thankfully, he reined in his overpowering masculinity to drain his beer, giving her
     an unimpeded view of his throat and the tanned skin there. Her fingers itched with
     the urge to touch…
    “Hate to cut this short but…” He glanced at his watch and grimaced. “I have a plane
     to catch.”
    Ridiculous regret tempered her uncharacteristic yearning to spend five more minutes
     in his company. “Me, too.”
    “Shame, really.” He held out his hand to help her off the barstool, and while she
     didn’t need it, she took it anyway. “We could’ve had some fun together.”
    For the first time in her life, Allegra couldn’t agree more.
    Maybe it was the shock of having her groom dump her hours before the wedding, maybe
     it was years of rigid self-control, maybe it was the simple fact that she’d never
     experienced the gut-twisting attraction buzzing between her and Jett, but what she
     was feeling now?
    Reckless and impulsive and crazy. Crazy enough to kiss a stranger good-bye.
    She stared at his mouth, imagined what it would feel like on hers.
    “Whatever you’re thinking, I like it,” he said, tugging on her hand and pulling her
     in close.
    “This is insane,” she said, a second before she kissed him, snatching her hand out
     of his so she could slide her arms around his waist and grope his butt.
    Oh wow…firm…sexy…ass… were the only things that registered as he deepened the kiss, angling her head, his
     tongue sweeping into her mouth with commanding precision.
    She made an embarrassing needy sound in her throat, partway between a gasp and a moan,
     and he drew her to him, the heat from his body making her meld to him.
    The dampness he’d elicited earlier with a look turned into so much more when his hard-on
     pressed against her. To her utter shock, she was on the verge of coming.
    With Flint it had taken a good ten minutes of foreplay for her to feel remotely turned
     on, and even then it wasn’t a guarantee of an orgasm.
    How could this stranger have her desperate to rub against him in the hope of getting
     off?
    Hoots and a wolf whistle filtered through her lust-filled haze and brought her back
     to reality. She wrenched her mouth from his, pressed her palms against his chest— whoa, nice pecs —and pushed. He didn’t budge.
    “Ignore them, they’re just jealous,” he said, his voice husky as he stared at her
     lips. “You pack a helluva bon voyage kiss.”
    Heat surged to her cheeks, and this time when she pushed against his chest he released
     her.
    She didn’t want to discuss the kiss or acknowledge how she yearned to ditch Palm Bay
     and follow him Down Under.
    Damn. Bad analogy, considering she still buzzed down there in a big way.
    His lips quirked into a wicked smile that made her think of long, hot, sultry nights
     spent naked and sweaty and entwined. “I’m guessing you don’t do long-distance?”
    She stared at him in disbelief. “One kiss