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“No, I’m not. I’m terrible, really.” I don’t elaborate and wonder if she’ll know the kinds of terrible ideas she’s put in my head.

When she blushes that pretty pink and her eyes pool into dark invitations, I know she knows exactly what kind of terrible I’m talking about.

The buzzer goes off on her watch and she meets my gaze. She shuts the alarm without breaking eye contact.

“Don’t look at me that way unless you mean it,” I say in a hoarse warning because it’s not a line, not this time.

“I owe you that kiss.” She moves closer, and her breathing hitches with all kinds of tension. Our mouths are almost touching, but she hesitates.

I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t admit I was turned on anticipating her kiss, wanting that kiss and finding her hesitation making my dick spark to life. So, I take her face in my hands and close the gap, touching my lips to the softness of hers, without insistence or greed, measuring her response and taking in the stunning sweetness.

When she moans and throws her arms around me, pressing her body to mine, that changes everything.

CHAPTER 11

SARA

“Don’t stop there,” I say.

He stops. Sheesh, it’s like my invitation is like the opposite of a magnet every time, repelling him.

“You’re kind of young,” he says.

I back up and take a sip of my neglected drink. It gives me courage. “Not that young.”

“Innocent” he says, running a finger from my jaw along my neck to my collar bone.

I shiver. “Not me. You’re the innocent one.”

He laughs. “What makes you say that?”

“Because you’re hesitating and it’s not because I haven’t sent you anything but please do me signals.” I’m on fire now, with boldness and a hot need down in my lady parts.

He laughs again, but it’s not the ha-ha kind. It’s a low sexy kind that makes me vibrate all the way down to my toes—especially the places that count most. I squirm and he notices. Crap. Maybe I’m too anxious and I ought to back off.

But then he takes me in his arms and moves his breath against the hollow below my ear sets me off. I shiver as tingles reverberate everywhere. I sigh as he nibbles on my ear, sending another wave of tingling circling through my body.

“You make it hard for a guy to behave. I only came inside to talk.”

“I like the way you talk.” My voice sounds funny—unsteady and hoarse. “The way your mouth makes me feel.”

“Oh, Sara. We haven’t even touched the surface of how my mouth can make you feel.”

He trails kisses from my earlobe—which is so sensitive - my panties get wet—down the column of my neck to the edge of my jersey. His hands travel from my shoulders to my chest as his lips find mine.

And then, whispering something I wish I could understand, he kisses me again. This time I’m ready and kiss him back, catching his tongue and giddy with ecstasy when he sucks in a breath and deepens the kiss. He explores every part of my mouth, nibbles at my lips and I can’t get enough of the taste of him, savoring the intimate heat of his mouth and tongue.

It doesn’t matter that I can hardly breathe and his hands cup my breasts and his thumb finds my nipple—no kidding because it’s twice it’s normal size and reaching for him.

“You have no idea how wonderful that feels,” I say into his mouth, sucking in some air. His breathing is heavy, too, and that knowledge spikes my passion to another level. Or maybe it’s the heavy-lidded sexy look he gives me, or the way his thumb circles my nipple and then brushes over it, again and again. My eyes close and I let out a moan.

“I think I have an idea,” he says.

I run my fingers through his hair, fulfilling at least one long-time fantasy from my girlhood. And, oh boy, does it fulfill me. Far beyond what that young girl could have imagined.

I run a hand down his chest and linger on his muscles. “Do you realize how wildly compelling your muscles are?”

“Is that right?” He trails his hand lower, dancing his fingers down my abdomen as I come close to seeing stars.