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“If you need your shirt back, I’ll take it off,” Cat offered

“No, that’s okay. It looks much better on you, anyway,” Jesse managed to say.

“It’s very soft,” Cat continued, sliding her fingers up and down the flannel fabric. “It feels…good.”

He let out a deep hot breath. This sexy stranger seemed to be sending him an invitation, but he couldn’t be sure. He desperately tried to hold on to his last thread of control. Then he saw the tops of her breasts peeking out of the shirt. The thread snapped. He groaned and did what he’d been aching to do all night. He kissed her.

Silently, hungrily she responded with a passion that scared him. She kept her eyes open as he slid his hands beneath the shirt. He started for a moment when he realized he was touching her bare skin—and nothing else. Then she slid her arms around his neck and melted against him, making him forget everything else. Tearing his lips away from hers for a moment, he gave her one final chance to back out. “Are you sure about this?”

She met his eyes, her gaze sure and direct. “That I want you? Absolutely. That it’s smart? Not at all.” She held out her hands to him. “So you better stop talking, Ranger, and make love to me before I change my mind….”