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back than because he was afraid of rushing her. “Remember, no matter how damned tempting you are—and believe me, you’re plenty tempting—I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to do.”
    She nodded. “Right.” And then with a frown, she said, “I want to ask you something first.”
    â€œShoot.” They stood five feet apart and not touching seemed almost impossible.
    Slowly her head lifted until their gazes connected. “Why me?”
    His brain went blank. What could he tell her that wouldn’t blow his whole plan? That lust at first sight had morphed into love rather quickly? That wasn’t the way to handle Erica. “What do you mean?” he asked, stalling for time.
    â€œI know you keep talking about sexual chemistry and all that. But there’s more to it. Why focus all this energy on me? You know, Becky tells me that a lot of the women at work try to get your attention.”
    â€œYeah?”
    Nodding, she said, “They think you’re gay because you ignore them.”
    He grinned at that.
    â€œYou think that’s amusing?” She looked more confused than ever.
    â€œAm I supposed to be insulted over someone else’s assumptions? Let them think what they want.”
    â€œBut . . . why aren’t you interested in any of them?”
    He drew a long, deep breath. Time for a few more truths. “You want me to bare my soul? All right.” He held out his arms. “I’m a big man.”
    Her gaze dropped to his lap, making him laugh. “I didn’t mean that, although everything about me is . . . proportionate.”
    Judging by the way her eyes widened, she understood his meaning. He was a big man, from his feet to his intelligence and everywhere in between. “I meant that my size intimidates people, especially women.”
    â€œThe women at work?”
    He waved a hand. “They’re silly, hiding in the bathroom and gossiping. So, yeah, they’d probably be the type to jump over a look. Ever since I’ve been a teenager, I’ve had to hold back. My temper, my attention. And my sexual drive.”
    â€œBut you figure I’m different?” She sounded a little awed by that.
    â€œFrom the moment I saw you flirting and taunting and driving all the guys nuts, I knew I could let loose with you and you wouldn’t turn tail and run.”
    Touching her became a necessity so he took one long stride and closed the space between them. He caught her shoulders and brought her to her tiptoes, close to his chest. “I know if I grumbled, you wouldn’t get afraid. You’d just grumble back.”
    â€œDamn right, so don’t try it.”
    â€œYes ma’am.” He kissed the end of her nose. “But I am just a man, so if I forget or lose my temper, you won’t quail, will you?”
    She snorted, but asked with a scowl, “Just how violent do you get when you lose your temper?”
    â€œI get loud, not violent. And that’s enough to send most women running.”
    The very idea set her off. “I don’t run from anyone!”
    â€œAnd I don’t hurt women. Ever. I’d sooner break my own arm. I swear it.”
    She nodded. “I believe you. But don’t think you can get away with yelling at me either.”
    The things she said made his heart full to bursting. Gently, he said, “If I did, I wouldn’t mean anything by it. Besides, you’d just yell louder.”
    â€œAnd longer.”
    He laughed. “When I have you under me, small and vulnerable, you’ll love it. You’ll take what I give you and want more and you won’t ever feel overpowered.”
    Her lips quivered and a pulse raced in her throat, but she thrust up her chin. “I’ll demand my turn on top.”
    â€œYeah.” His voice went low and hoarse. “That’s what I figured.” She started to lean up to kiss him, and Ian said, “The