Ensenada Escapade: Destination: Desire, Book 6
unable to keep the doubt from her voice. “You think you could keep it up that long?”
    His eyes narrowed. “With you? I could go all night.”
    “Pfft.” She smacked his pec. “That only happens in porn films. Or romance novels. It’d start to chafe after a while.”
    He bent forward until their noses almost touched. “Try me. If my cock needs a break, sweetheart, I have two hands and a mouth that can keep you entertained enough not to notice.”
    Jesus. She could picture what he described far too easily, and could imagine exactly how good it would feel. A shudder went through her and her mouth dried, sticking her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Even if she’d wanted to reply, she couldn’t.
    His gaze darkened. “Shit, don’t look at me that way or I’ll never be able to get the boner to go away before we have to get back in the car.”
    She snorted. “Blunt as ever.”
    Releasing her, he eased away. “I say what I mean and mean what I say. Why is that a problem?”
    “You’re a lawyer. You know better than anyone that word choice matters.” She tidied her appearance, smoothing her hands down her khakis. “There are ways to say things without being quite so…”
    “So…me?”
    Sighing, she shrugged and took a step back. “Sex didn’t make us into different people, Ben. We still have nothing in common.”
    He shook his head. “We have plenty in common, if you cut to the core of our ideals and priorities. We just approach things differently.”
    “And by different, you mean polar opposite.”
    Propping his hands on his hips, he frowned down at her. “Is it so important to you that a guy agrees with you about everything?”
    Where was he going with that question? She folded her arms around her middle. “Depends on why he’s part of my life.”
    “Does it?” He tilted his head. “Have you met anyone, ever who agreed with you on everything? Especially a man?”
    “I meant it more that there are men I choose to have as part of my life, and then there are men I have no choice but to have in my life.” She dipped a shoulder in a shrug. “For the first category, I get to decide if our differences are too great to make it worth dealing with them. For the second, our differences don’t matter, we just have to grin and bear it.”
    His gaze darkened. “And I’m in the second category, since our older sisters have thrown us together for one reason or another most of our lives.”
    “Yes.” She blew out a breath. “Except for last night, we’ve never volunteered to be in each other’s company. You have to admit that.”
    “Yeah, well.” His mouth twisted and he nodded slowly. “Maybe I can change your mind about which category I belong in.”
    If a bed was involved with his mind-changing campaign, he might not have to work very hard at getting her to sign on with his plan. She kept that tidbit to herself. Best not to admit any weaknesses.
    Hazel’s voice preceded her around the corner of the car. “Hey, did you find what you needed, Ben?”
    “Not quite, but I got pretty close,” he answered as the four coeds joined them.
    “Huh?” She gave him an odd look, her gaze going from him to the bags in the trunk. Nora hoped her sister didn’t notice they were in the exact same positions they’d been packed in that morning. Her scientist sibling might actually pick up on details like that, but Hazel’s expression gave away nothing she was thinking.
    He flashed a disarming smile. “I wanted dental floss, but found a toothpick.”
    “Got some lunch stuck in your teeth?” Jeremy sucked at his teeth for emphasis.
    “Something like that.” Ben slammed the trunk closed and turned to Nora. “Did you want me to drive?”
    She shook her head. “No, I’ll go until we drop them off, then we can switch.”
    “As you wish.”
    Hazel chuckled. “I always think of The Princess Bride when someone says that. Though in the movie, it’s supposed to mean…”
    I love you.
    Hazel coughed to cover the

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