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He didn’t like the idea of another man pawing her in the back of this limousine. For some reason, the image pissed him off.
    Lord, he must be tired to be caught up in a woman he’d met all of fifteen minutes ago. What was wrong with him?
    Still, his thoughts continued to spin in his oddly lethargic brain. Why had she felt compelled to take a job she obviously did not want? Was she in some sort of trouble?
    “This job is more difficult than I thought. I—I’m sorry ifyou were expecting someone sexier.” Her apology broke into his contemplation, startling him.
    Forcing himself to focus, he peered across the inches separating them. Kerry had bowed her head and apparently taken up hand-wringing as a new hobby.
    Something—compassion, empathy?—stirred to life within him. He placed a gentle hand beneath her chin and lifted her gaze to his. Tears shimmered in her eyes, disturbing him.
    “If you were any sexier, I couldn’t restrain myself. You already blow my mind.”
    Kerry’s jaw dropped. She blinked once, twice. “Me?”
    Rafe nodded—and noticed a lock of stray golden hair curling about her moist bottom lip. Slowly, he lifted his hand to brush the hair away. Kerry didn’t flinch, didn’t tense.
    Was her silent acquiescence a green light to touch her more?
    Fighting off a wave of exhaustion, he smiled and dragged his thumb along the edge of her full, red-painted lips. Damn, how would she taste? He was dying to know.
    “Yes, you. Very sexy. If you don’t hear that often, the men in your life are stupid and should be beaten.”
    That sweet pink flush crept into her cheeks again. She tried to reproach him with her stare, but that low-lashed gaze caressed more than punished him. A hint of a sexy smile played at her pretty mouth.
    She was an amazing combination of angel and temptress. And he wanted her under him, legs splayed wide, in the worst way. But jet lag and an oddly fuzzy brain were beginning to spoil the moment. And damn, it was hot in here. Wincing, Rafe loosened his tie.
    “I’m sure my brother has never considered whether or not I’m sexy.”
    “Your boyfriend?” he prodded, stifling a yawn.
    Why was he asking her this? The guy was likely a loser who simply couldn’t appreciate Kerry with a K the way he ought to. What kind of guy would let his woman “entertain” other men for a living?
    Sleep. He needed sleep. That would restore his common sense.
    “No boyfriend,” Kerry whispered.
    Rafe grinned, despite his weariness. “That’s a shame.”
    His teasing made her laugh, and her dimples came out to play once more. A bleary-eyed moment ruined it, and he knew he would need that nap before dinner whether he wanted it or not. He really should have eaten lunch during his layover in Baltimore . . .
    Hell, why did he have to give out now?
    No. He would not fold like a cheap tent—not without tasting her.
    “Kiss me, Kerry,” he blurted, aghast to hear his words slurring.
    She appeared not to notice. Instead, she sent him a shy nod. Rafe grasped both of her arms like a lifeline and pulled her close, dragging her firm, fine ass onto his lap. Kerry gasped. Refusing to acknowledge his utter exhaustion and his screwed-up speech, he pressed on. His raging erection demanded attention. He wanted Kerry to ache the way he did.
    Odd that he should be tired and aroused at the same time . . . but who cared when he had a beautiful blonde on his lap?
    Rafe settled one hand low on the curve of her hip. The other he thrust into the soft silk of her hair. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, until she was desperate to have his cock inside her. Hell, he wanted to inhale and savor her at once.
    And he would make it happen now . . . if his growing headache weren’t slamming him between the eyes and the need for sleep weren’t shutting down his brain.
    He felt freakin’ weird. What was happening to him?
    Apparently, he was going to have to settle for inhaling Kerry—quickly.
    Rafe covered her incredible lips