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Not to beat around the bush or anything, but Annabel wanted to make love with him. Right now. Like crazy. The breakup with her ex weeks ago had left her alone, but satisfied. Usually it was six to eight months before she craved intimacy. But one glimpse of Quinn on her doorstep had her libido rising like a chocolate-Chambord soufflé.

“So your brother John tells me you need rescuing,” he murmured.

Annabel’s welcoming smile traded itself for a dropped jaw. “Rescuing?”

“He said you don’t know how to have fun anymore.” His eyes twinkled.

“Huh?”

Quinn cocked his head to one side and shot her an amused look. “Don’t. Know. How. To. Have. Fun.”

The overenunciation of each word brought her attention to his lips, which were full and all-male and magnificent. She could imagine him kissing every inch of her body. Why didn’t he just strip her naked now and pleasure her till she screamed?

Because that would be fine. Really. And maybe even fun…