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me out of your mouth?”
    She couldn’t breathe. She may have broken a sweat, and she just might be using her last breath on him, but so be it. “Are you always so quick to share the details of your conquests? Because frankly, I think all those details about you and the girls in your car are disgusting.” And hot. So hot, but he didn’t have to know that. Frankly, she wished she didn’t.
    He grinned. Grinned . “That wasn’t a conquest, princess, and I’m not telling tales outside of the backseat. I’m too much of a gentleman for that.”
    Sure he was. That was why she couldn’t breathe…because he was a gentleman . “Then what are you talking about?”
    “That wasn’t real, and it never happened.” He leaned until his lips touched her ear, then grazed the tender skin when he spoke. “It was my own private fantasy, and the only woman I wanted in it was you .”

Chapter Four
    Z oe had seldom been rendered speechless, but in that moment, she couldn’t have spit out a word if her life depended on it.
    Ryder retreated, but only far enough to meet her eyes. He was still impossibly close. Horribly, wonderfully, brutally close. “Is the feeling mutual, princess?”
    She blinked, but he didn’t go anywhere. “Is this the part where I confess that I spent my teenage years staring wistfully at the backseat of your car, wishing I could take a turn?”
    “Now would be the ideal time to reciprocate, yes. Although I already knew you had a thing for staring. I just hoped you were staring at me, not my car.”
    She had stared at him. Plenty. But to admit that out loud? Not in this lifetime. “Am I supposed to be flattered? Or maybe just giving up my entire life to hang out here on your island servicing your desires?”
    The sarcasm flopped.
    His smug expression faltered, his eyes darkening briefly before focusing on her. “No,” he said. “I don’t do relationships. Nor do I do long term arrangements, so any servicing you might anticipate will be temporary, at best.”
    Jerk . She stood silent, speechless, because his asshat words shot a thrill through her that made her want to kick him. Finally, she sputtered, “Get over yourself, if that’s even possible with that ego.”
    He grinned, somehow having managed to return to a place so close to her that the slant of his lips nearly touched hers.
    Her breath quickened. If she didn’t take a deep hit of oxygen at some point, she was going to have to start breathing into a paper bag. What the hell had happened to her life? Three weeks ago, she’d been planning a pretentious, over-the-top wedding with an incumbent Senator her father had hand-picked as the perfect son-in-law. Now here she was, on a private tropical island with a man who had once been every father’s worst nightmare, only now he’d become the stuff of which dreams were made. She didn’t even care that he was rich…it was the sex oozing from his every masculine pore that had her turned inside out. It was the fact that her denial hadn’t deterred him.
    It was that she didn’t want to be deterred.
    Get it together. Opposing counsel had never made her quake like this.
    “You wanted me?” Her words came out with the shrill grace of a chew toy. So much for getting it together.
    The smirk she expected didn’t come. Instead, those beautiful, clear-blue eyes of his were honest. “Yes.”
    And now? The ache between her thighs spread to her heart. She didn’t know why, really. Ryder was at best a missed opportunity—nothing had been broken between them. There never had been anything there to break, but in the aftermath of the tabloid fodder her life had become, she couldn’t help wondering what might have been. As if getting involved with a confirmed playboy could possibly have ended better than her fiasco of a relationship with the esteemed Senator, ten years her senior and nowhere near as photogenic as he thought himself.
    Ryder was still looking at her, his gaze resting lazily, though intently, on