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Brooke glanced at Jason, a provocative smile on her provocative mouth. He wanted to taste that provocative mouth.

“Are we having the sex talk?” she asked.

“It’s not a sex talk,” he protested, then rubbed his face where his scar was starting to throb. “It’s more of an anti-sex talk. I know you think you’re attracted to me, but hell, Brooke. I don’t want a woman in my bed because I bought her a shirt.”

It was the wrong thing to say…because off came her shirt. Jason tried desperately not to stare at the twin mounds of taut flesh. He failed.

“It’s your shirt. You think I want to sleep with you because you gave me a shirt? Okay, then. No shirt. No problem.”

He felt his mouth grow dry; his groin started to ache. “Put on the shirt.”

She smiled, ran a hand through her hair, dark against her perfect ivory skin…. “No.”

“Please,” he asked nicely, hearing the crack in his voice.

“No, I’m an adult, capable of following my instincts. And if your shirt is going to get in the way…”

Jason darted his gaze away from her, but it didn’t help.

He was doomed.