up
after
him.”
She
opened
her
mouth
to
speak,
but
the
words
wouldn’t
come
out.
His
hand
was
still
on
hers,
holding
it
immobile,
and
she
could
feel
the
sensuous
heat
from
his
touch
all
the
way
down
to
her
toes.
She
pressed
her
lips
together
to
fight
back
the
moan
that
threatened
to
escape.
How
could
he
overpower
her
senses
in
such
a
way
that
she
couldn’t
think
straight?
Frowning,
she
blew
out
an
aggravated
breath
as
she
pulled
her
hand
from
his
and
resumed
what
she
was
doing.
“I
don’t
consider
it
as
cleaning
up
after
you,
Storm.
It’s
an
old
habit.
Whenever
Dad
and
I
ate
together,
I
always
cleared
the
table
afterward.
We
had
a
deal.
He
cooked
and
I
cleaned.”
“Really?”
he
asked,
studying
her
intently
as
his
lips
quirked
into
a
smile.
“And
why
was
that?
Can’t
you
cook?”
She
glanced
up
at
him
and
the
deep
dimples
in
his
cheeks
did
things
to
her
insides
that
were
totally
beyond
her
comprehension.
She
figured
it
would
have
been
a
lot
easier
for
her
to
understand
if
she
wasn’t
a
twenty-six
year
old
virgin.
While
in
college
she’d
almost
gone
all
the
way
with
a
senior
guy
by
the
name
of
Tyrone
Pembrooke.
But
his
roommate
had
returned
unexpectedly,
interrupting
things.
For
her,
it
had
been
fortunate
since
she’d
later
discovered
he
had
made
a
bet
with
his
fraternity
brothers
that
he
would
get
into
her
panties
in
a
week’s
time.
She
had
almost
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