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attracted to her, but not like this. Not with this electricity. Jessica had been reserved in bed. Missionary position, all the lights off.
    Not that he was into anything kinky, but once in a while he'd wanted to go crazy and take her on the kitchen counter. Jessica had wanted to no part of that.
    Gemma might just eat him alive in bed.
    And he wasn't sure that was an altogether bad idea.
    God, he needed to get laid.
    Not with Gemma. Someone who could turn him on without him feeling as if he'd be consumed by her. He hadn't cultivated too many female friends, and he wouldn't pay for a hooker. Guess he'd have to palm it.
    Part of him knew that would only take off a little of the craving. The only answer for his problem slept on his couch. Or didn't sleep on his couch.
    Did that mean she felt it also? Would she accept his bed invitation if he marched into the living room and told her how he felt?
    Not as if he would do that.
    When it came to women, he was gun shy. Give him a calf to rope or a bull to castrate, and he could do the job in his sleep. Talk to a woman or even get her to sleep with him, no way.
    Despite his nights being lonely, he hadn't sought out companionship. Not even a friend with benefits.
    He'd have to take care of that. There were some single women in town. Maybe they'd be interested.
    He shook his head. How did you approach a woman with that idea?
    Frowning, he crawled back into bed, not bothering to turn the light off. His dog opened one eye at him as if annoyed at the disturbance.
    "What are you looking at? You have it easy. You have no balls to worry about."
    His dog yawned, then shifted position, but didn't answer him. Not that Brandon expected him to.
    Just once, he did wish his dog could talk.
    What words of wisdom would he impart? Probably to go for it. Unless Spike had to move, he wouldn't care if Brandon took a woman to bed.
    ***
    Gemma stared up at the ceiling, not seeing it in the dark. She wished she'd brought her Kindle so she could at least read to pass the time.
    Reading would be preferable to thinking about the hot guy in the bed in the other room. He had had no shirt on as he stood in the hallway. The light from his bedroom had illuminated him enough for her to see the hair on his muscled chest.
    His voice had remained deep and gravelly, like whiskey over pebbles. Her insides tingled at the thought of that voice telling her what exactly he was going to do to her body. She shivered.
    She would probably let him do anything he wanted.
    Damn.
    Could the morning just come so she could get out of here? Hopefully, she would be able to walk to her car and keep on driving until she reached California.
    She had four days before her appointment with the agent. She could make even if she left the next day, but she didn't want to chance it.
    Rolling over one more time, she curled up. Then she heard footsteps. Brandon walked past her and into the kitchen.
    She sat up and watched him as he stalked like a cat in the near darkness.
    What the hell.
    She could pretend to sleep, or she could just give in. Maybe he had a better method of getting sleepy.
    Well, other than the sex she'd been thinking about all night. That would certainly make her sleepy. She bet his bed was comfy, and he would be warm, cozy sleeping partner.
    She made some noise before she entered the kitchen so he wouldn't be startled.
    "Still can't sleep?"
    "No," she said. "I usually sleep like a baby."
    She slid onto one of the stools. He stood behind the island, he shirt still off. He wore only sweatpants. No socks on his feet.
    The look worked for him. She like a man who was comfortable enough to walk barefoot.
    "Me, too. Guess this wind howling is keeping me up."
    "It is pretty loud," she said.
    What an inane conversation. Should she bring up the elephant in the room, or was she the only one seeing it? And feeling it.
    "So, you're heading for California?"
    "Yes, I have a meeting with an agent for a record company," she said. "He heard me sing in