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  Nick's lips and tongue continued to entice her even deeper under his spell as he cupped her breast and gently squeezed. An unbearable fire billowed inside of her when he rubbed his thumb over her hard nipple.

  She tore her lips from his. “Wait."

  He blinked. “Wait? I know I didn't get the wrong signal."

  Get it together and fast. “Ah ... no.” Untangling herself from his embrace she stood up. Her body hummed with liquid heat, and her heart pounded so hard that it felt like her most vital organ was ready to explode. She moved away from the couch and looked over her shoulder at him. She watched confusion knit his thick brows together. “Follow me."

  She'd never seen a man move quite so fast. In a nanosecond he was next to her. He draped his arm over her shoulder and leaned down to nibble her neck. Chloe pulled away from him again, but not before giving him a sultry look.

  As she sashayed down the hallway, she shrugged her top over her head, and let it drop to the floor behind her.

  "Jesus, Chloe. Are you trying to torture me?"

  Oh, yeah. At the side of her bed, she circled to face him before unzipping her skirt. She toed off her black flats before she slowly slithered out of her skirt.

  Nick stopped a few feet back from her, his hot gaze scorching her senses. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra. She slowly eased it over her shoulders and off her breasts. With one finger, she let it dangle in front of her.

  His eyes had turned almost a jade green they were so dark with desire now. “You want to play?” Chloe dropped her bra to the carpet.

  One eyebrow arched, while an expression of anticipation spread across his face. “What do you have in mind, lady?"

  She circled around, and bent over to give him the perfect view of her butt. She took two long black silk scarves out of the drawer of her night stand.

  Taking her time straightening up, she turned back to face him. Feeling surer of herself when she saw the reaction she had on him, she unraveled the scarves. “This."

  "You want me to tie you up? Because if that's your idea of fun, I'm with you."

  Chloe tossed one scarf over her shoulder. She trailed the other black scarf across her naked breasts. The smooth feel of the silk added to her sexual agitation. “Oh, no. I want to tie you up."

  "You're full of surprise, aren't you?” His voice lowered to an even deeper pitch.

  If only he knew. She tilted her head slightly “How about it?"

  Again, she had never seen a man move fast. Before she could blink, he was down to his black briefs. When he pushed them down, her breath caught inside her throat as she stared at his hard, swollen cock.

  Nick advanced on her and when he tried to grab her, she flattened her palm against the crisp dark hairs of his muscular chest. “Lie down."

  A deep throaty chuckle rumbled from him. “If you think I can get comfortable with you standing there in nothing but a thong, you're crazy."

  His hands reached up, skimming the sides of her breasts. No backing down now, she reminded herself. “This is all on me."

  "What did I do to deserve this?” His fingers moved to a nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

  Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes. They were now hooded and flooded with raw desire. She almost crumbled and said the hell with her plan. Gathering her strength, she pushed his hand away. “Are you going to lie down, Mr. Logan?"

  He leaned in for a quick hard kiss first. “If you want to be the boss..."

  Moisture wet her black thong as he climbed onto the bed, showing her his firm buttocks. He flopped on his back, his legs spread. She couldn't seem to drag her eyes away from his swollen cock. Even now, she still remembered the feel of him inside of her.

  Swallowing the dryness inching up her throat, Chloe climbed onto the bed and straddled him. His hands immediately cupped her breasts. While he squeezed and massaged them, an intense burning need to mate with him flared to life again.

  "No touching,” she scolded.

  "Damn, Chloe. Like I said before, you're torturing me. I love your breasts.” His thumbs rolled over her sensitive nipples.

  "Raise your hands.” If she didn't get him tied up and soon, her whole plan would be blown to smithereens.

  Nick raised one hand to the bed post, while his other hand slyly pushed between her legs. If he didn't know before how turned on she was, he certainly would now as he palmed her wet crotch. Nearly choking on a moan, she quickly cinched the black scarf around his wrist and bed post.

  When his finger slipped under the thong, and fondled her clit, she closed her eyes. Who was torturing who?

  As his finger rubbed harder, and started to dip lower, she fought to recover her resolve. She opened her eyes, and glanced down at Nick who stared up at her with heated fascination. Moistening her dry lips with her tongue, she removed his hand from between her legs.

  "Damn...” he murmured.

  Quickly she tied his other wrist to the bed post. She scooted down his belly until she sat square over his crotch. The feel of his cock wedged between her legs clouded her thinking and judgment. For a moment they simply gazed into each other's eyes.

  Chloe had to clear her throat because it was clogged with emotion and desire for this man. Feeling hesitant about her plan for revenge, she caught herself floundering under his burning gaze. “Ready?"

  "Kiss me."

  In this moment of truth she knew without a doubt her willpower was seconds away from disappearing. One kiss had started the wheels in motions when they had stood by river, and gazed up at the stars on that crystal clear August night. No more kissing because she knew it would be her undoing. Chloe shook her head.

  "Then let me suck on one of your nipples. They're driving me nuts."

  She almost leaned over him to give him access to her aching breasts, but instead she shook her head again. She skimmed her fingertips over her nipples to heighten the tension between them.

  When she fondled herself, Nick raised his hips, trying to push his cock inside of her. She scooted down until she sat on his thighs. Too much temptation lay spread out below her. A broad muscled chest, husky thighs, and long legs. Leaning down she flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. The dark thatch of his pubic hair beckoned her to run her fingertips through it, but she managed to keep her hands off of him. Slowly, she circled her tongue around the tip again. Touching him with her tongue filled her with the taste of him.

  She heard his low growl of pleasure. “Come on, Chloe. I want inside of you. Climb on top of me."

  She ignored his plea by sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. She had never tasted this part of him, not even that one night. Tightening her lips around him she pulled him deeper into her mouth. She felt his hips thrust upward while another growl rumbled from him. Now that she had him where she wanted him she didn't want to stop. He tasted too good. He tasted like a man should taste, clean, musky and with a touch of masculine sweat. One last pull on his cock and she raised her head. If she spent any more time caressing him she wouldn't be able to stop. If he came inside her mouth, her plan would be ruined because he'd be satisfied.

  His brows knitted together in a frown. “You're really into teasing me, aren't you? But a man can only take so much teasing. Come on, baby, just climb on top of me."

  She scrambled off the bed so fast she felt slight dizzy. Shaking her head to clear it, she started pacing beside it.

  "What the hell is going on, Chloe?"

  She drew in a big breath in an effort to calm herself, if that was possible. Several moments passed before she stopped and faced him. A dangerous scowl had drawn across his face while she'd fought to pull herself together. “Do you remember fifteen years ago?"

  Nick struggled against his silk restraints briefly, his scowl deepening. “You're referring to the time we made love in the back seat of your car."

  Heart racing, her sex throbbing, she nodded.

  "Dammit, Chloe.” He closed his eyes. “We were young and impulsive."


  Planting her hands on her hips, she glared at him. He must have sensed her anger because he opened his eyes. “I gave myself to you. I was a virgin."

  The scowl on his face was quickly replaced by an expression of confusion. “No way."

  "You didn't know that? I screamed because it hurt.” She started pacing again. “You probably thought I screamed because I was in the throes of passion.” Her scream had been brought on by some pain and a ton of passion.

  "Why the hell didn't you tell me that? I'd had a few beers that night or else..."

  She glanced over at him and kept pacing. “Oh, you'd had more than a few beers. I'm surprised you remember at all we were together that night."

  "I remember. I wasn't that drunk."

  Chloe refused to look at him, the old memories and hurt swamping her emotions which threatened to push her to the verge of tears.

  "Untie me."

  She choked back her tears, and clenched her teeth together.

  "Come on, honey, untie me."

  "Don't call me honey.” She stopped pacing. “How does it feel to be left hanging? Two days later you went back to college. You said you would call and write to me."

  "Ah, shit.” He blew out a frustrated breath. “I'm sorry. I was a young, selfish guy raging with hormones. And you were too damn irresistible."

  Looking into his eyes, she wavered again because his expression and tone of voice did seem sincere.

  "I really am sorry.” He let his head fall back on the pillow. “Believe it or not, I do remember that night. And I do remember the empty promises I made. Will you untie me, so we can talk about this?"

  "There's nothing to talk about. I fulfilled my mission."

  An animal sounding groan tore from his lips as he struggled against the restraints. Fisting his hands, his arm muscles rippled. A few moments later he managed to free his left hand.

  Damn, she knew the second tie hadn't been as tight because his fingers between her legs had distracted her. Leveling her with a look, he used his free hand to undo the scarf. Nick rolled off the bed and wrapped his hands around her hips. “Now let's get dressed and talk like civilized adults."

  She tried to break free of his hands, but he only tightened his grip pulling her closer until the head of his cock nudged against her pussy.

  "Or,” he paused. “Let's finish what we started. Then we talk."

  "No.” She glanced away for a moment. “I'm not getting back in my bed with you.” At least she knew how to side step a catastrophe.

  Anger gleamed in his eyes. “You damn well made your point. I said I'm sorry.” Narrowing his eyes, he stared at her. “For God's sakes, why didn't you tell me you were a virgin? If you had, I would have backed off."

  Chloe tried to squirm away from him, but he only tightened his hold. Why hadn't she told him? Because she'd wanted Nick to be the first. She'd been so in love with him. “You expect me to believe that? You already said you were selfish with raging hormones."

  Nick shook his head, but kept quiet.

  Lifting her chin, she looked straight into his eyes. “I accomplished my goal. We're finished. End of story."

  The muscles of his jaw hardened before he finally dropped his hands and stepped back. “This isn't the end of the story and we are not finished.” Nick bent down, and snagged his clothes off the floor.

  Chloe crossed her arms over her chest and watched him dress as fast as he had undressed. A jumble of confusing emotions rolled through her, clogging her ability to think straight.

  As he buttoned his shirt, he moved up close to her again. “This isn't over. Not by a long shot."

  Nick wheeled around and stomped out of her bedroom. Several seconds later, she heard the front door slam behind him.

  Chloe covered her face with her hands, wrestling with her anger and conflicting emotions. She should be gloating, instead of choking back tears. And now she felt like a first class bitch.

  Chapter Five

  With tires squealing, Nick punched the gas pedal of his Chevy SUV and peeled away from the curb in front of Chloe's house.

  Teeth gritted together so tight, his jaw ached. As he accelerated, his emotions battled with each other, like a half dozen drunks duking it out in a barroom brawl.

  A couple of blocks down the street, he heard the wail of a siren approaching behind him. He glanced in his rear view mirror. Blue lights swirled in the black night. The cop was right on his butt. “Shit.” He slammed the steering wheel with his fist.

  He cruised to a stop on the side of the road. Rolling down the window, he watched the officer approach. Just fucking great.

  The officer bent down. “May I see your license and reg-Nick, is that you?"

  "Yeah, it's me, Tom.” Nick had gone to high school with Tom Bradley. They'd had lunch together at Dot's a few weeks ago, catching up on old times. Their lunch had been pleasant, unlike catching up on old times with Chloe. In spite of his anger, he still sported a huge woody for her.

  "Why in the hell are you speeding on a residential street?” Tom's reddish colored brows scrunched together. “Jesus, man. You're the town lawyer now."

  Guilt washing over him, he scowled at his windshield. “How fast was I going?"

  "Oh, man. You don't even know how fast you were going.” Tom shook his head. “Forty-five in a twenty-five."

  Nick cursed under his breath. “Write me a damn ticket."

  "You haven't been drinking, have you?"

  "I had some wine.” He'd hardly drank any at all, so eager to bed Chloe. “I'm not drunk."

  Tom stuck his flashlight through the opened window and shined it on Nick's face. “You don't look drunk. You looked pissed, like you want to murder somebody."

  The anger boiling inside of him was directed at both himself and Chloe. “Yeah, I'm pissed, but not drunk.” He squinted against the powerful beam of the flashlight. “Would you mind turning off the light? You're blinding me."

  "Oh, sorry.” Tom flicked off the light, and straightened away from the truck.

  Nick expected him to ask for his license again, but he didn't. Instead he rocked back on his heels and stared off into space for a time.

  Finally Tom leaned back down. “Is this because of a woman? Because women have a way of doing this to level headed men such as ourselves."

  "Yeah, it's because of a woman.” Why lie? He was already in hot water.

  "Chloe Kastle lives down the street. She took over her mother's business."

  Christ, now it would probably be all over town. He nodded.

  "I always thought she was cute. I saw her walking down Main Street the other day. She's even cuter now. But, don't tell my wife that."

  Chloe Kastle was more than cute; she was a red-hot vixen intent on revenge. The image of her wearing only a black silky thong agitated the hell out of him, along with the promise of a speeding ticket.

  Tom rubbed his jaw. “Tell you what. I'll let you off with a verbal warning this time. But,” he pointed his forefinger at Nick. “Next time, if Chloe pisses you off and I catch you going over the limit, I'll have to ticket you. Nothing personal, you understand. It's my job."

  "Thanks, buddy, I appreciate it.” If Chloe ticked him off again, he'd deserve a ticket. He already deserved more for the way he'd treated her fifteen years ago.

  "Okay, then. Drive safely, Nick. Catch you at Dot's next week."

  Nick saluted him and pulled away from the curb. He kept a sharp eye on the speedometer for the remainder of the drive to his house. Tom had proved to be generous in not issuing him a ticket.

  Chloe, on the other hand...

  He swung his truck into his driveway, killed the ignition, and sat there staring at his garage. He'd stolen her virginity and given her empty promises. It was still hard to believe, he'd been her first. Yeah, he'd been drinking, but all the girls he'd been with before Chloe hadn't been virgins. So he had automatically assumed she wasn't.

  At least, he'd had the foresight to use a condom. His car had been at the mechanics getting
repaired before he drove back to Oregon for his senior year of college. Any evidence of Chloe's first time had been left in her car.

  "Fuck.” Nick elbowed open his door, and banged it closed behind him.

  He let himself in the back door and switched on the light. Nick tossed his keys on the kitchen counter next to his cell phone. His hand hovered over the phone, but he let it drop to his side. If he called Chloe, what could he say? Sorry, that he'd been an insensitive twenty one year old bastard. That he'd stolen a precious thing from her. He hadn't really stolen her virginity because she'd offered herself to him. That part, he remembered well. Too damn well. Is that why he hesitated when she called him the other day? Knowing that if he got involved with her it would lead to something more.

  "Shit.” Shrugging off his shirt, he strode toward the bathroom. He needed to cool down and relieve himself.

  His dick still throbbed when he imagined Chloe's breasts. Her breasts had fit perfectly into his hands fifteen years ago and tonight they had fit just as perfectly.

  * * * *

  Dressed in a pair of comfortable maroon sweats, Chloe sat on her couch nursing her third glass of wine. Nick's wine. After he left, she'd immediately taken a long, hot shower, but the water and steam had failed to absolve her of her sins.

  Her tactical action had been the wrong approach. Instead, she should have confronted him and then punched him in the nose. Instinct told her she would have felt more satisfaction. Throw in a big dose of sexual tension and her mood soured even more.

  Nick Logan still held the power to turn her on as fast as flicking on a light switch. She fought to forget the feel of his hand between her legs caressing her. It was impossible to forget the feel of his large hand fondling her most intimate spot.

  "Damn..."

  Chloe downed the last of the wine in one long gulp, but unfortunately for her it didn't help ease her rotten mood. Now she was back in Turner for an extended say and how in the hell could she avoid him?

  The answer was, she couldn't.

  * * * *

  Bundled up against the below freezing October morning, Chloe locked her house and walked toward the main street of town. A restless, emotion filled night had prevented her from getting much sleep. Yawning, she increased her pace. Hopefully, she would beat the Sunday morning crowd for a solitary cup of coffee at Dot's.