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forget just how compatible sex with this
woman had been.   He’d tried damned hard
to forget everything about her.   To not
unfavorably compare every woman he met to the vitality that exuded from Tabby.
    “My plan rocks because we’ll both satisfy our sexual itch, yet
still be free to go on with our lives.”
    “Who the hell said I have a sexual itch?”
    “Do you, Jason?” she rasped in a low, lusty tone.   “Itch, that is?”
    Like he was sitting buck-naked in a poison ivy patch.
    “I could use a good scratch,” he grudgingly answered.
    “Am I a good scratch?”
    As if she had to ask.
    “You don’t need me to know the answer to that, Tabby.   You’ve made it your personal quest to know
how to satisfy a man’s itch.”
    “Did I satisfy your itch?”   She raked her nails over his back, part pleasure, part pain, all Tabitha.
    Did he want to answer?
    “Yes,” he admitted.   Tabitha had always scratched his itch.   Only with every scratch, she left him with whelps, needing more of her
special scratching.
    “You always took care of my itch, too.”   Her gaze lowered to his lips and a slight
tremor shook her body.   “It’s been a long
time since I’ve had a good scratch.”
    “Me, too.”
    “I itch, Jason.”   Her hips
rotated against him.   “Bad.”
    “Me, too.”   He sounded
like a broken record, but for the life of him he couldn’t bring forth more
words.
    “A relationship between us would never work.   We both know that.   And, although I want you, I can’t handle the
fights.”
    No, he couldn’t either.   The fights gave him whelps, too.
    “With only one weekend, we can exploit each other’s bodies
without arguing about who needs to change what.   Without tearing the other down and without grandiose expectations.”
    Is that what they’d done two years ago?
    He thought back, willingly letting memories of Tabby into his
mind for the first time since the day he’d slammed out of her apartment angrier
than he’d ever been.   More betrayed than
he’d ever been.
    The worst day of his life.
    He’d always thought it had been Tabby trying to change him into
something he wasn’t.   Maybe he had tried
making some changes to her as well.
    Funny, he’d never realized that before.
    Looking into her shimmering green eyes he saw more than he’d
thought possible.   He hadn’t been the
only one who suffered after they split.   Tabby had hurt, too.
    Damn.
    She’d been the one to—-never mind, remembering that only made
him want to pound anything and everything with his hammer.   Which was better than his fists as that want
had been vented into the construction of some prime Knoxville real estate.
    A weekend of Tabby at his sexual beck and call.
    No expectations of anything beyond the bedroom.
    “Lots of sex, no strings attached, and we’ll part never to
darken one’s doorsteps again?”   He
couldn’t believe he was even considering it.
    Then again, he was a man and Tabby’s body pressed beneath him.
    The light of vulnerability staring back at him seduced parts of
his psyche no other woman reached before or since Tabby.
    Not that he believed for one second she wanted more than
sex.   He knew better.   For that matter, he didn’t want anything
beyond sex.   Not from her.
    “Well,” she had the audacity to look sheepish, “I was thinking
we might need a few strings.”
    The way she said it twisted his gut with a fresh shot of lust.
    “If you make me come more than a dozen times, I’ll let you tie
me to the bed and have your wicked way with me.”
    He’d always wanted to do that.
    “See, I do remember your fantasies, Jason,” she purred.
    Apparently.
    The image of Tabby tied to his bed sent shivers down his
spine.   She’d never let him bind her in
any way.   It wasn’t as if he hadn’t asked,
as if she hadn’t tied him up during sexual play.
    He’d always wondered if it had been a lack of trust that
prevented her from giving up her freedom.   That