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closer for a more soul-satisfying kiss.
    “Mmm.” He slid one hand under the hem of her knit top and cupped her cotton-covered breast while he explored the center section with his thumb as if looking for a clasp.
    Wishing she’d worn something sexier today, she broke their kiss for a moment. “Back fastener,” she murmured.
    “I like it.” His breath was warm against her face as he slipped his hand behind her back and undid the hooks and eyes. “My no-frills Trina.”
    “I can have frills.”
    “But you don’t need them.” With a sigh, he cradled her breast and slowly stroked his thumb over her nipple. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
    She would have liked to make some intelligent response to that, but her brain had just turned to mush. Hutch was fondling her breast, and she was so transfixed by that realization that she couldn’t speak. He was good at this. He was very, very… Then he pushed her top and bra up so he could…oh, my. That was one wicked mouth he had.
    Arching upward, she silently offered him more, anything he wanted, in fact. He could put that talented mouth anywhere he had a mind to.
    And so he did. Her clothes melted away as if by magic, and he proceeded to turn her inside out with his mouth, his tongue and a dexterity that made him a good videographer and an even better lover.
    When his explorations took him to that special place between her thighs, and she realized that having his mouth and tongue right there would have a predictable result, she gasped out a request. “Pillow.”
    “For your head?”
    “For my screams.”
    “Ah.” He reached for one and handed it to her. “Here.”
    “Thanks. Proceed.”
    “As if you could stop me now.”
    As if she’d want to. His goal was hers, and when he achieved it, she yelled into the pillow while rainbows and confetti rained down. And she wondered, when life returned to normal as it always did, how she’d ever live without the pleasure of making love with Hutch.
    Trailing kisses back up her quaking body, he eased the pillow away. “Wish I could have heard that.”
    She drew in a shaky breath. “I would have broken your eardrums.”
    “We’re not done, you know.” His voice was thick with need.
    “I hope not.” She gulped for air. “But in all the excitement, I didn’t stop to think that you might not have—”
    “I do.” He held up a small foil packet that she could see, even in the fading light.
    “Were you expecting someone?”
    “No. I just…” He lifted a shoulder in an easy shrug. “What can I say? I was a Boy Scout.”
    “Thank goodness for that.” Trina felt the sap rising in her eager veins once again. “If you’ll suit up, I’m all for another round.”
    “So soon?”
    “Hutch, I have a ton of fantasies stored away. We’ve only scratched the surface.”

4
    H UTCH WASN’T SURE what he’d done to deserve the gift of Trina lying in his bed while the house happened to be empty and he was in possession of several condoms. But he wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste. She had her dream job at a racing stable in New York and he would eventually return to his neglected career, but fate had thrown them together for a few short days.
    That was more than he’d ever hoped for with Trina Bledsoe. He wouldn’t be greedy and expect some long-term arrangement, but by God, while he had her here, he planned to be as greedy as hell. Rolling on a condom, he climbed back into bed and dropped a kiss on her moist lips.
    He’d been in such a hurry to touch her and get her naked that they were still lying on top of his comforter. “I should rearrange things so we’re under the covers instead of on top of them,” he murmured.
    She cupped his face in both hands. “You should rearrange things so you’re on top of me, locked between my thighs, with your nice big—”
    “Okay, okay.” He moved into position. “How did you know it was big?”
    “Duh. I watched you put on the condom.”
    “Bigger