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And he would have, if she hadn t tried to steal from him. No, it wasn t even that. He stared at the ceiling
in furious realization that he wouldn t return it to her simply because he knew if he did, she would walk
away. There would be no further reason for her to stay. And he had no desire to have her leave.
 Jack Riley, you dirty, black-hearted bastard. Something crashed against the bedroom door as his lips
kicked up in a grin.
Damn, she was a hellcat. And hotter than anything he had touched in his life.
He breathed out roughly, wearily.
Something inside him warned that if he took her, if he let himself touch her again then it would be the
greatest mistake of his life. But Jack knew himself well enough to know that he wouldn t leave her alone
long.
Chapter Three
Dawn was nearing when Jack finally made his way from the guest room he had slept in through the early
hours of the morning. He unlocked the door quietly, opening it slowly as he stepped into the room.
He throttled the groan that threatened to escape his chest at the sight that met his eyes. This was not a
sight designed to aid a man in keeping his control. To the contrary, it was like adding fuel to the flames.
She was stretched out in his bed, wearing nothing but the little black thong and a silk and lace bra that
cupped the full, creamy mounds of her breasts in a wicked, erotic frame. Long, slender legs were slightly
parted, a graceful hand lay on her slightly rounded abdomen. Long, black curls framed her sleeping face
and her soft pink lips parted as she breathed in and out in relaxed slumber.
His cock hadn t abated through the night, despite the hour he had spent jacking off before he got out of
his bed. A frown creased his brow as he felt a spurt of anger rising inside him. She had taunted him with a
cool façade, teased him with her haughtiness while in Ireland and then attempted to steal from him. She
had kept him erect, hot and out of sorts for weeks, and he was trying to be a gentleman?
His fears of the night before, his knowledge that taking her would somehow change him receded beneath
the arousal twisting his guts in knots. God, he wanted her. He could see clearly, imagine with a realism
that shocked him, the sight of her on her knees, dressed in nothing but silk and lace, her lips surrounding
his cock, sucking him to her throat, creating a fire inside him that would burn out of control.
He shook his head, fighting it, fighting his own arousal.
 Rise and shine, Angel-mine. He moved to the bed, gripping her slender ankle and pulling at it firmly as
she jackknifed in the bed.
A frown pulled immediately at her brows as fire shot through her gaze.
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 Take your hands off me, toad, she snapped, jerking her ankle from his grip as she pushed the thick
strands of black hair away from her face.
 Such a sweet disposition, he chastised her mockingly as he stood by the bed, staring down at her.
 Get out of bed. He bent, picking up her clothing and tucking it beneath his arm as he grinned down at
her.  You can wear one of my T-shirts while I wash your clothes. I ll see about having you a few things
delivered today to wear. Be a good girl now, and get cleaned up for breakfast.
 Excuse me? she snapped, scrambling across the bed as she attempted to jerk her clothing from him.
 Give those to me. I won t be staying here so I ll no need you to get me anything.
 Tsk tsk, Angel-mine. He shook his head in reprimand as he held her clothing out of reach.  Remember
the sheriff? The pesky tabloids? We ll discuss this over coffee and food. But I think you might want to
reconsider your position here. Jail can be a very bad place.
She pulled back, wondering how serious he was. The one thing she had learned about him while he was
in Ireland was that he could be counted on to keep his word. If he set his mind to having her arrested,
she had no doubt he would.
The fury of the night before had receded beneath not just her normal common sense, but also the arousal
he had fired inside her the night before. But that didn t mean she would immediately bow beneath
whatever his arbitrary rules would be. There were other ways of fighting this battle. Jack Riley did not
hold all the cards as he believed he did. She wasn t the only one who had been caught in the web of lust
and pleasure the night before. He too had burned, and she knew it.
Narrowing her eyes, she allowed her gaze to rake over him. From the darkened blue eyes, lower to the
heavy bulge beneath his jeans. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her breasts swelling as the memory of
the night before whipped through her head. His touch, his fingers parting the folds of her cunt, rubbing
against the entrance to her weeping vagina. There had been a lesson to be learned in those all too brief
moments that he had touched her. Some pleasure was so extreme that it wasn t worth losing. Never had
she known such intensity of pleasure. Such promise of more to come. She wanted, needed more. As
though his kiss, his touch was a drug that was rapidly becoming addictive.
She leaned back then, propping her weight on her elbows as she watched his gaze flare at the way it
pushed her breasts forward prominently. She loved that look in his eyes, and even though she highly
distrusted him emotionally, she had been unable to stem the arousal he could spark inside her.
 Very well. She shrugged.  Rather than buying me clothing, ye could just have my things collected from
the motel in town. I m sure that would much easier on ye.
His eyelids lowered, his gaze raking over her body, centering on her thighs. The rapidly moistening folds
beneath the silk began to pulse in excitement. Her clit was like a living flame, burning out of control with
her hunger to feel his mouth suckling at it, his tongue moving around it. She had a feeling she had never
truly known lustful pleasure, but that this man could teach her much about it.
 You re playing with fire, Angel, he told her then, his voice deepening, roughening.  You may find that
what you re asking for is much more than you can handle.
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She rolled her eyes.  Americans are so dramatic, she sighed.  Do you delight in the warnings? Do they
bring you some measure of heightened pleasure? Or do you just enjoy the theatrics?
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