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“I could give you a ride.”
    Oh, dear, she just bet he could give her a ride.
    She hadn’t even seen his face, but he practically radiated sex. Controlling, demanding, completely-dominating-the-woman-he-was-fucking sex. The kind she’d been craving for nearly two years during her Scott-imposed celibacy. Two years without even the comfort of another warm, human body, let alone the fucking she craved.
    A good fucking —not lovemaking, not even gentle sex—that’s what she wanted. What she needed. Erin was a carnal person, always had been. She needed it rough, hot, and primal, and it was past time for her to scratch that itch.
    Tomorrow she would be back here, working another double shift. But tonight was for her. Or even better yet, for him. There was nothing she enjoyed as much as bringing a big man like this to his knees with pure, unbridled lust.
    Erin smiled, wishing she had the guts to skip coffee and head straight back to her apartment with a total stranger, but even two years of celibacy hadn’t made her that daring.
    Of course, she could at least clue this guy in on what she was hoping they would get around to doing after coffee…
    Ignoring the hand he held out, she leapt straight into the big guy’s arms, looping her hands around his neck and her long legs around his thick waist, bringing her panties into intimate contact with his even thicker cock.
    Damn. This guy was as big below the belt as he was everywhere else. And he was hard, hot, and ready, so erect she could feel him throbbing against her even through his jeans and her damp panties.
    “Looks like we’re on the same page,” she said, breath coming faster as she flexed the muscles in her legs, urging her clit into even tighter contact with his cock. “And I really hope you are up for…”
    Her words trailed away and the heat coursing through her was replaced by a wave of ice cold fear.
    Oh, God. Why hadn’t she made sure she got a good look at this man’s face before she jumped him like a nympho on roofies?
    “Something wrong, Erin?” Blake Roberts asked as he set her down on the ground.
    Several seconds passed in awkward silence before she could remember how to form words. And once she did, only two words came to mind.
    Holy.
    Shit.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    Erin
     
    Of course, the first man she’d decided to sleep with since her breakup would be the one man she never thought she’d see again.
    It was Blake. And, whoa, if he hadn’t grown up in all the right places.
    Back in high school he’d been sweet, loveable, and sexy, but now he was…
    “Why don’t we get out of here? We can go for a drive, catch up. Go get your things,” he said, his tone revealing there would be no argument.
    Trouble. That’s what he was. Big trouble.
    And damn if that didn’t make her panties even wetter.
    “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Blake,” she said, moving slowly behind the bar, concentrating on capping the well liquor, no matter how much a part of her wanted to hasten to obey him.
    But then, she supposed some sub tendencies died hard.
    “We haven’t—” She broke off with a nervous flutter of one hand. “I mean it’s been years and— I-I’ve just got a lot going on right now, and I—”
    “It’s just a ride,” he said in that deep, sexy voice of his. “And a talk.”
    “That’s not what it felt like a few seconds ago.” She blushed, cursing the shot of Jack Daniel’s she’d tossed back before her last turn on the bar.
    This was all the whiskey’s fault. She never would have jumped into a stranger’s arms and started rubbing herself all over him without it.
    She might have wanted to, but she wouldn’t have actually done it.
    “That was a few seconds ago.” He smiled, and she caught a flash of the skinny boy who’d appointed himself her protector from the second they met, making her wonder how much he had really changed.
    “I came here to talk old times not relive them,” he continued. “Though I