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He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?

Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.

He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she__ known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.

He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.

He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.

I__ going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I__ going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you__e being murdered.

Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn__ litter, she didn__ cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She__ never even jaywalked. And she lived in New York for Christ__ sake! But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls.

He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. __ was wrong before. You__e definitely the best part._ Faith__ breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She__ been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who__ been keen to get her into bed but she__ never been told she was the best part of anybody__ anything.

Probably just as well. Maybe with all that testosterone walking out the door, the insane urge to hump Lincoln Quinn__ leg would walk right out as well. Because that was exactly how she felt every time she looked at him.Like she was in heat.Within minutes, the restaurant had emptied out to only a few non-team wedding guests. Her nemesis was nowhere to be seen, and Em congratulated herself on her self-control as she eased off the bar stool.Embarrassing leg-humping avoided__ravo!

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

If I__ known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

You__e a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

But...a vibrator can__ hold you in its arms or give you the full-body experience.__m clamped down on the wicked surge of heat between her legs, thinking about a full-body experience with Lincoln Quinn. __t__ not going to make me lie in the wet spot, either.___t can__ snuggle with you after,_ he countered with another laugh.Em snorted. __nd that__ your specialty, is it? Hanging around for pillow talk?_____l have you know I give very good pillow talk.__ure. And Elvis was alive and living at Henley Stadium. __ight,_ she muttered. __f course you do.___ really do._ He nodded. __ost women seem to be more interested in me giving them good head, but hey, I__ a full service kinda guy.

You should really go inside now,_ he said.Her glazed, unfocused stare was starting to clear, and the cranky look he was used to being levelled at him started to take shape. __nd if I don__?___ou want to fuck me on your doorstep?_ he asked, his voice low and gravelly. __all me tomorrow when you__e sober. I__l be right over.__he jutted her chin defiantly__learly pissed at him for trying to be the responsible one. __ won__ need you after I__e spent all night with a couple of multi-speed toyfriends and a box of batteries.__inc shoved his hands on his hips, pushing back unhelpful images of her naked and pleasuring herself with a hot pink cock. __o inside,_ he growled.Before he did something crazy like offering to watch.

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

He hadn__ struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he__ called out to Jesus when he__ been deep inside her.

His aftershave _ eau du sex god - wafted her way.