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was to fuck her till kingdom come.
    He was such an arse. Why would he think that she was unattached? Her beauty would have brought droves of men to her. She had a certain grace in the way she walked, not contrived like some who pretended that they were walking the catwalk. Luke felt a surge of jealousy towards her husband. Lucky bastard. His heart that thudded to be near her now beat differently.
    And he couldn't get away fast enough to hide his embarrassment. Dammit!
    "No, I'm the one who should apologise." He released her hand as he spoke. He stepped back further. "I didn't mean to offend you."
    Her soft chuckle brought a bolt of electricity down his spine and straight to his frustrated dick. Jesus! If she knew how turned on he was underneath his coat she would think he was a pervert.
    "Seems like you keep apologizing this evening. There's no need. Really."
    Luke felt her gaze. In the dim light her eyes searched his even as the ends of her mouth lifted a fraction. The sexual pull that flickered through her eyes was more than enough to make him want to wrench her into his arms and kiss her, glad that she wasn't entirely immune to him. It was the least he could hope for. There was no way he'd touch her. No matter how debauched people thought his sex life was, he wasn't crossing the line to screw a married woman. He wasn't going to give into his hard-on that wanted to bury itself deep inside her and feel her warmth. He was having the bluest balls that could probably bend a Christmas tree with its weight at the thought of wanting yet not having her. Something about this woman intrigued him. Underneath that no nonsense veneer, there was a vulnerability that made him want to hold her, comfort her, ease whatever was troubling her. In less than a night, she got under his skin.
    How the hell could that happen?
    Luke scowled. The only thing he could think of was that she was different...special. Yes, that was the word. How he knew that, he didn't have a bloody clue. Wanting someone he couldn't have was such a bitch. He needed to get her out of his system. Cilla's proposal earlier became more attractive by the minute, but his cock wasn't having any of it. It softened the minute he thought of his current weekender. Damn his package for having a mind of its own!
    "Move, please."
    Her voice took him from his musings. A voice he wanted to hear mewl softly if he had the opportunity to have sex with her. "Sorry?"
    "I need to get home, and I wouldn't want to be accused of a hit and run."
    Reluctantly, Luke stepped back. He watched her throw her purse into the passenger seat before removing her coat. As she shrugged the thick material off her shoulders, her dark silk blouse briefly cupped her breasts. Lust slammed through him. His hands itched to caress those peaks, remembering the moment he brushed against her nipple as he went out of the bar's doors. She had been aware of what had happened. He saw it in her eyes before he banked the desire that shone like a beacon in his own. When he brushed against her nipple, his cock stirred, straining against the zipper of his trousers. He wanted to skim his hands down her waist, her hips. To cup her ass and squeeze them as he let her hips cradle his arousal. He swallowed the groan that escaped his lips when she entered the car. She was halfway inside, with her right leg still on the pavement. Her skirt eased up a bit to show more of her sheer black stocking encased leg. Luke wondered how it would have felt for both her legs to wrap around his waist as he thrust hard and fast into her. Then suddenly she lifted her leg into the car before closing the door, ending the mental striptease.
    This woman was going to be the death of him!
    She switched on the engine and her window silently slid down. She smiled softly. To Luke, her smile could have lit up the entire street.
    "Thanks for your help. It was kind of you."
    And then she was gone.
    Luke remained by the side of the road a long time after, his funk