Sun Kissed (Crane Series)
hitched yet. I don’t mess with married women, but you’re not married, and if you’re looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now and kissing me back when I —”
    “I don’t—”
    “Don’t bother to deny it; we both know you do. Then you should at least take the trouble to find out what you’ll be missing for the rest of your life.”
    “And for what? What’s the point? Maybe I haven’t spoken wedding vows, but I promised Mark I’d marry him. He deserves my loyalty.”
    For once the man who never seemed to take life seriously looked at her with absolute conviction. “He deserves better than a woman who doesn’t love him.”
    “Who says I don’t—”
    “If you loved him, would you seriously consider coming to bed with me?”
    “Well, that just proves it, because I’m not considering going to bed with you. I’ll admit you’re attractive—or you could be if you shaved a little more often. And I like your mind and your . . . business acumen—”
    His laughter cut through her tirade like a blowtorch through a snowbank. “It’s not my business acumen putting the dark circles under your eyes, love. You’re not sleeping. And I know why.” He reached out to touch her hair, to push a lock behind her ear, which sent shivers of reaction to her toes. “You want me. I want you.”
    He was close enough that she could feel his warmth, count every individual whisker that shadowed his jaw, smell him—the warm male, soap, and T-shirt smell of him.
    “I don’t,” she groaned.
    “You do.” And he pulled her gently toward him and kissed her.
    How could a pair of lips undo her like this, she wondered as she kissed him back, feeling the fever pound in her blood. Maybe he was right. If she was contemplating making love with another man, her future with Mark was shaky at best. But to be here, kissing him, knowing that tonight she’d take this wild attraction to its logical conclusion, made her acknowledge that she wasn’t the woman she’d believed herself to be. And for some reason, Cameron Crane was the man to help her find her true self. So she wrapped herself around him, leaning up to kiss him deeply, running her hands up and down the muscles and bones of his back, happy to finally be doing what she’d longed to from the start.
    “I want to make love with you,” she admitted, rubbing herself against him, wanting him so badly she could barely stand still.
    “Mmm.”
    He pushed her back against the wall and took her mouth as though he owned it, letting his hands roam quick and hot over her. As she let herself go, she refused to think about how much she might regret this. What was happening seemed too important to ignore. His hands weren’t entirely steady as they slipped the buttons from her cotton shirt, unsnapping her bra and pushing the cups out of the way so he could get to her breasts. Chills and fever chased each other across her skin as he palmed her breasts, rubbing and kneading them lightly. She heard the quiet hum of the computer, the ticking of that foolish surfboard clock, and the murmured words of pleasure from her companion.
    He reached for the zipper on her navy capris and she realized dimly they were going to end up making love in his study, because she wanted him too much to waste time going upstairs. Already she was tugging at his T-shirt, anxious to feel his chest naked against hers. He helped her yank his shirt off and then he tossed it so it landed who knew where? He pulled her against him and she loved the heat of him, and the roughness of hair on his chest, the pounding of his heart, the pounding of hers. She reached up eagerly to kiss him again.
    “We’ll see in the morning about having your flight moved back,” he said.
    A strange noise came out of her mouth as she pulled away and stepped back, grabbing her shirt and shoving buttons through holes.
    “Oh, what am I thinking?” she said in fury. “All you want to do, all you’ve ever wanted to do since I got here,

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