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“Do you want me to use protection?”
    Shit. She really shouldn’t have had that scotch. “I didn’t plan on...” She looked around. Not thinking at all tonight, are you, Sherri?
    A gentle bite dug into her shoulder. “The only things you could catch from me would be rabies or the flu. I have neither, and they aren’t sexually transmitted. If you’re using any sort of birth control, you’re covered. The choice is yours.”
    She thought of the IUD she’d gotten when she and Ryan moved in together. “You don’t have the flu?”
    Ash licked over her lower lip, making her tingle. Was it the idea of having a one-night stand? When had sex, even kissing, made her tingle? “Healthy as a wolf.” He laughed and buried his nose in the crook of her neck again. “I appreciate your not asking if I had rabies.”
    She chuckled. “Oh. Well. Either way, I have a hard limit on biting that breaks the skin.” Can I have “Things I Never Thought I’d Say in Bed” for two hundred, Alex?
    “Mmm. Noted.” He nuzzled that sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder, and once again she couldn’t hold back the shivers. “Fuck, the way you respond to me is amazing.”
    Chills chased heat down Sherri’s spine. Ash’s body threw off fever and sex and wild abandon, and tonight she wanted to know what all of that hype was about. She wanted the thrill of letting everything go.
    Dammit, she wanted to forget her old life entirely. She’d given two years to a man who had never really wanted her. This Ash guy would be nothing but a memory in the morning, but he wanted her. Every touch of his skin on hers made that more than clear.
    I want to let go. Just let go. Just tonight.
    “Okay.” She leaned closer, straddling a pair of impossibly muscular thighs. Gripping his cock, she positioned herself, feeling the way she’d felt the first time she ever fired a gun. Excited. Nervous. Surprised anybody was letting her hold this powerful-looking thing in her hands. “Let’s do this. I want you.”
    He snarled as he thrust up into her, stretching her with his size. He gripped her ass, digging in with his fingers. The press of his hands would probably leave a mark, and she found herself enjoying the thought of having something to remember him by after he left.
    Again, his teeth bit into her shoulder. Harder this time. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make Sherri’s nerve endings dance like puppets. Puppets for which Ash held the strings.
    He thrust a hand into her hair and pulled her head back. She considered resisting. No man had been so pushy in bed, and it made her breath stop in her throat. But he’d said he wouldn’t hurt her. The mix of aggression and coiled restraint rippled in his muscles, even as his tongue made a trail up her neck.
    She didn’t want to resist.
    His nose followed, sniffing greedily at her throat. “Jesus, the way you smell. You must have men dying to fuck you. You’ve got me ready to come from the pheromones rising off your skin. Well tonight, Sherri, you’re mine.”
    You’re mine.
    Thump- thumpthumpthumpthump.
    “Oh, God.” Nobody had said anything like that to her before. All of this was so new. Off-the-charts-seeing-colors-for-the-first-time amazing brand new.
    She’d been watching him move. Following the artful undulation of his muscles and the places where their bodies joined. She lifted her gaze at his ominous utterance of you’re mine. A quiet, guttural growl that should have sounded all possessive and freaky coming from a near stranger. Instead, it hit her straight in the orgasm button.
    Sherri tightened her thighs and dropped her head back. Her breasts brushed his hard pecs, her chin swiped against all that gorgeous stubble. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, gasping her way towards her gathering release. “Oh, God. Yes.”
    “No.” Ash grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. His amber eyes glowed like that glass of scotch had when she’d swirled her drink and