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seconds and she’d catapult over that edge.
    He jerked himself from her arms, staggering back a couple of steps.
    Shock punched through her, and she sagged against the door, her knees weak. “Finn?”
    “Not like this.” He shook his head. His chest bellowed, lust flushing his face. “If we ever fuck, it’ll be because we’re both sure we want it, not because we can’t think straight. There are a lot fewer regrets that way. I never want you to regret anything we do together.”
    Sanity returned in slow degrees. She dragged in a breath, tried to think of something else to talk about while her body ached with unquenched hunger. “Now your shirt is stained too.”
    Brown splotches of whiskey had seeped from her clothes to his, they’d been pressed so tightly together. He made an impatient noise, jerked the shirt over his head, and lobbed it into a corner of the room. “There, fixed. Now, will you go take a shower?”
    The sight of him bared to the waist made her brain short-circuit. Tanned skin stretched taut over pure sinew, with just a sprinkling of springy curls. He was even more beautiful that she’d imagined, and she’d imagined him more often than she’d like to admit. She wanted to lick his small, flat nipples, wanted to slide her tongue along the ridges of his abs and follow the thin trail of hair from his navel downward. His erection tented the front of his shorts, and she wanted to see that too.
    “Jesus, don’t look at me like that, Meg,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Go. Take. A. Shower.”
    Her sluggish mind tried to grope for what he was talking about. “Shower?”
    His laugh was a harsh crack of sound. “Meg, I’m hanging on by a thread here. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. Go now or I’ll fuck you up against the wall. We won’t even make it to the bed.”
    That image formed so clearly in her mind, her pussy clenched in need. Him over her, in her, moving fast and rough until they both came. She wanted that so badly she shuddered with the desire, her body primed for sex. The desperation that rocketed through her was enough to shock her back to reality.
    “I—I should shower.” She grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and stumbled toward the bathroom, not sure if she was making the smartest or stupidest decision of her life.
     
    “Fuck.” Finn flopped back on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. His cock was an iron bar in his shorts, an incessant ache he couldn’t do a damn thing about. Jesus Christ, he hoped he was playing this right, because if he’d just given up his one and only chance to have sex with Meg, he might throw himself out of his thirtieth-story window.
    The spray of water sounded from the bathroom. He tried not to picture it sliding in hot beads over her naked body and failed. His cock jerked and he forced himself to get up before he used his hand to give himself some relief. He grabbed his backpack, took out his clothes, put them in the dresser, and then tossed his spare shoes and empty bag into the closet and shut the door.
    The shower had stopped running, but no Meg yet, so he found the remote and turned on ESPN. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that she was nude, wet, and only a few yards away. He settled on the mattress and propped himself against the headboard.
    She poked her head out of the bathroom, her hair sleeked to her scalp. He could tell she was only wrapped in a towel, though he knew she’d taken clothes in with her.
    He straightened. “Did you need something?”
    Closing her eyes for a moment, she cringed when she finally met his gaze. “I…uh…I forgot something in my suitcase.”
    “Okay, let me grab it for you.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood.
    “No, no. That’s okay, I can—”
    “It’s no problem.” He walked over and flipped open the top of her bag. “What did you need?”
    She sighed. “I forgot a bra, Finn. You don’t need to get it for me.”
    The woman was trying to kill him. His hard-on