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my shoulder. His touch stirs up the desire inside me.
     
    “Yeah.” I barely have the word out when his hand cups my face. But he pauses, staring into my eyes. I know he’s going to kiss me, but he’s making me wait and it’s killing me. Still, I’m afraid if I make the first move, he might get the wrong idea about me. Sure, I’m in his apartment just hours after I met him. It already looks exactly like what it is, but I want him to know I’m not usually like this. “Do you bring girls home from the bar a lot?” The question slips out.
     
    “Do you make a habit of going home with guys you just met?”
     
    It’s a fair question, but it still stings. “No.”
     
    “Me either.” His breath sends tingles down my neck as he speaks.
     
    “Then why me?”
     
    “Why did you approach me tonight?” he counters.
     
    “You looked lonely.”
     
    He pulls away slightly and laughs. “Oh, so I could’ve been a sixty-five-year-old grandpa—”
     
    “God no!” I lean into his hand, which is still cupping my cheek. “I was definitely attracted to you.”
    “Was?”
     
    “Am.”
     
    He inches closer, and his lips brush mine as he says, “Same here.”
     
    My cell chimes with a text. Not now!
     
    “Do you need to get that?” He hasn’t backed away, and having his lips this close but not on mine is torture.
     
    “Not even a little bit.”
     
    The second I get the words out, his lips come crashing down on mine.

Chapter Three
    He sucks my bottom lips into his mouth and gently nibbles on it. My lips part in response, inviting him in. His hand slides from my cheek into my hair and grips the back of my head while his other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch is like fire to every part of my body. Never has anyone held me like this. It’s like I can taste and feel his desire.
     
    His hand slips under my shirt and up my back, unclasping my bra as if he’s done it a thousand times, which makes me tense up a bit as I wonder how many girls he’s been with. But my mind doesn’t stay on that thought for long because his lips leave mine, trailing down my neck as he cups my breast. I grab his sides and pull him closer as he buries his head in my neck. He’s found my weakness. The spot on my neck that makes me melt and want to jump out of my skin at the same time.
     
    A moan escapes my lips, and Darren pulls away. No. I want his lips back. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I ask, searching his eyes with mine.
     
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” He’s being the nice guy again. As much as I can tell—feel—that he wants me, he’s not going to make me do anything I don’t want to do.
     
    I nod, but he shakes his head. “I’m not doing this until you tell me it’s what you want. I need to be sure, and nodding is what people do when they can’t say the words.”
     
    I reach up and lightly kiss his lips. “I’m.” I kiss them again, this time biting his lower lip. “Sure.”
     
    He grabs me, lifting me off the floor and wrapping my legs around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom and places me on the edge of his bed where he kneels at my feet, removing my shirt and bra. He buries his head in my chest, raining kisses across both breasts before finally taking a nipple into his mouth. I moan again and pull him closer to me. He tilts his head back, and I crush my lips against his.
     
    He wraps my arms around his neck and crawls up onto the bed, taking me with him. Once my head is on the pillow, he removes his shirt and lowers his body onto mine. For a moment he just kisses me, and I wonder if things are going to end here. If I’m okay with them ending here.
     
    A rumbling sound near the bed makes me jump, and Darren pulls back. “It’s the air conditioning unit. It’s old, and it makes a weird sound when it kicks on.”
     
    I laugh at my nerves. Maybe I’m not ready for this after all.
     
    Darren reaches around me and tugs the sheets down.