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the briefest moment before it dropped to her chest.
Yep. He noticed.
 You want them? she whispered.
 What?
 The muffins. Oh, God, he probably thought she meant her breasts. This
couldn t get any more embarrassing.  Eat them now or I m throwing them
away.
As if in slow motion he set the muffins on the counter, then turned to face
her.  This isn t about muffins.
She pressed her lips together, afraid she might say something stupid. Like
beg him to fuck her, because that was exactly what she wanted. Not sweet,
slow making love or a frantic quickie.
No, she wanted the hard, dominant man to press her into the mattress while
he rammed himself inside her for hours. Wanted to feel his mouth slide all over
her body before he licked her between her legs and made her come so hard
she just might pass out. Wanted to hear him whisper in her ear all the dirty,
wicked things he would do to her just before he sunk his fingers deep inside
her welcoming, wet body&
Guilt swamped her. She shouldn t want this. Shouldn t do it, either. She d
included that damn no-sex clause specifically to prevent this sort of situation.
Yet there she was, ready to risk it all and do the very thing she told herself she
wouldn t do during her marriage: have sex with her husband.
But Jared was like a drug. An addiction she was too weak to fight. She was
so tired of fighting&
 Is something bothering you, Sheridan? He watched her like a hawk ha ha,
bad pun. That narrowed gaze settled on her face and he still hadn t stepped
back. Which was bad because she could feel him, smell him, practically taste
him and if he didn t watch it, he d have some crazed woman otherwise known
as his wife attacking him in the middle of the kitchen in the middle of the
morning.
 You re bothering me. She tried to shove past him but he grabbed hold of
the crook of her arm at the last minute, halting her progress. His grip was firm,
his fingers seemed to burn against her skin, and she whirled on him, her anger
fueling her.  Let me go.
 No. His thumb smoothed over her skin in the gentlest of caresses and her
body reacted instantaneously, gooseflesh scattering.
 Don t get all bossy and Neanderthal on me now. She jerked against his
hold, which made him tighten his fingers around her arm even more.  Jared,
I m not in the mood.
 What exactly are you in the mood for? He practically dared her. Did he
realize it? That he was goading her on? Or was he completely clueless?
She tilted her head back, contemplated kissing him but realized she d have to
throw herself at him to reach his lips. He appeared so imposing. Unyielding. So
she d do the next best thing. The thing she d been dying to do for days.
Weeks.
Stepping into him, she tugged up his shirt with her free hand, revealing his
gorgeously flat stomach, the path of golden brown hair that trailed from his
navel past the waistband of his shorts.
Releasing a stuttering breath, she drew her fingers across his flesh, pulling
his shirt higher to reveal his chest. She leaned into him, and pressed a kiss
there, right at the center of his heart. It beat frantically beneath her lingering
lips, his musky, spicy scent intoxicating her. Arousing her. Tilting her head
back, she met his gaze, saw all the dark, turbulent heat swirling in the depths
of his eyes.  This, she whispered.
He didn t so much as move a muscle and neither did she. The salty taste of
him lingered on her tongue and she licked her lips, wanting more. So much
more&
 Sheridan. His voice was an achy whisper. She saw it then. The lust flaring
in his gaze, the want written all over his face, that she couldn t mistake.
He wanted it. He wanted her.
Triumph surged through her and she smiled. Gasped when he wrapped his
strong hands around her arms and set her away from him. The smile fell, as did
her hopes when she watched him walk away from her without a backward
glance.
 Wait a minute&  She charged after him, anger surging through her at how
easily he dismissed her. God, she was so sick of this. She wanted him. Couldn t
he see that? Did she need to wear a sign around her neck or what? Either the
man was completely clueless or&
Or he didn t want her back.
Okay, that was a reality she couldn t face.
 We re not doing this, Sheridan, he threw over his shoulder, confirming her
fears, his long-legged stride nearly impossible for her to keep up with.
But she did her damnedest, speeding up as quickly as she could.  Stop
avoiding me, Jared.
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