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Thorn.
    Stifling an inner groan, she tried to put effort into enjoying her evening. Matt had good looks. Maybe, if she still felt this horny remembering Thorn’s touch, she could work out her frustrations on Matt, whereby pulling the pin on the sexual need building inside her. With the right touch, she was sure she’d go off and incinerate anyone nearby.
    She could only imagine Thorn’s massive cock sliding inside her, filling her up until it hurt. He’d be all bossy and demanding, ordering her around. Maybe he’d even grip her by the throat while he pounded into her…
    “You cold?” Matt asked.
    “Oh, um, yeah. The air conditioner.” At least the presence of the A/C wasn’t a lie, though her shiver and erect nipples had been caused by thoughts of a sexy man, not the temperature.
    Matt glanced down her chest but said nothing.
    She swallowed a sigh and smiled at him, then encouraged another story about some other famous yahoo he’d seen while in L.A.
    After suffering through his long-winded dessert, she tried to salvage the night with a walk along the beach. They took off their shoes, carrying them, and walked barefoot along the ocean. This stretch of beach had less light than the area they’d left, and from what she recalled, it might have been a place to steer clear of. Something about an ocean-side bar with a bad reputation came to mind.
    She glanced at the empty stretch in front of them. “You know, Matt. I think we should turn around.”
    “I don’t know. I like the privacy out here.” He smiled at her. “Gives me time to work my wiles.”
    She laughed at that. He was such a Boy Scout. She didn’t think Matt had any wiles in him. Sure he was cute, had a decent build and a funny personality. But sadly, he did nothing for her. Maybe a kiss would wake that something up inside her that Thorn had started.
    She let him tug her closer. He dropped his shoes, then cupped her cheeks.
    “I’m going to kiss you.”
    Duh, just do it already. “Okay,” she whispered, mentally encouraging him to stop being so metrosexual and go a little He-Man on her.
    “You tell me if you want me to stop.”
    “I will.” Christ. By the time he’s done making sure I’m all right, I’ll be eighty and a born-again-ten-times-over virgin. She dropped her shoes.
    “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”
    She knew she should cut the guy some slack. Too many men took what they should ask for, and she’d never been a proponent of might making right. When a woman said no, she meant no. But she’d already told him she wanted to get to know him better. A kiss wasn’t asking too much.
    “Matt, it’s okay.” She placed her hands over his and leaned in to kiss him.
    After a moment, she pulled back. No spark, no zip, nada .
    “Wow.” He smiled and moved in for another one.
    She would have protested except a noise behind him interrupted the moment.
    “What have we here?” an obviously inebriated beachgoer asked.
    April took in the situation in seconds. Drunk Guy sat in the shadow of a dune drinking from a bottle. He had a friend, who stood slightly behind him, both men now visible since the clouds over the moon had shifted. They didn’t seem overly menacing. Both looked military, but the one behind the drunk wasn’t too tall. She figured if it came down to it, she could take one if Matt took the other.
    “Come on, April. Let’s go.” Matt scooped up their shoes and turned with her to head back the way they’d come.
    Drunk Guy darted in front of them in an unexpected burst of speed. His friend soon joined him. “Wow, honey. You sure are fine.”
    “Yeah, she is,” said another voice coming from behind the dune.
    Terrific. Another Marine, considering that haircut. Three guys against the two of them weren’t great odds. Then again, Drunk Guy, for all his quickness, wavered on his feet. She turned to study the newcomer—probably the biggest threat of the three. He had large biceps, a tapered waist and