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inches, their lips would line up perfectly. Temptation called her name, taunted her, testing her willpower. It’d been so long, and she knew he’d be willing. Heck, she’d lost count of the number of times David had flirted with her, looked at her with desire burning in his eyes, or asked her out. Maybe tonight she’d say yes.
    “I’m not ready to head home yet. I want another Cosmo and a shot at hitting the bull’s-eye.”
    “I’m in no hurry.” He held on to the strand of hair laced between his fingers, holding her in place. His gaze locked on hers, flames danced through their depths.
    She handed him the darts and flagged down a waitress for another round. Too bad she couldn’t order air. Based on the shallow breaths she was taking, all of the oxygen in her lungs had been used up and she was in desperate need for more. Dave took the darts and stepped away. Hot, stale air rushed into Tawny’s lungs, but failed to exit when she glanced at his backside as he lined up his shot.
    Broad shoulders, arms stolen from a Greek god, long, lean legs, and that cute, tight tush. Really, he could have posed for Michelangelo or Donatello. And no, she didn’t mean mutant turtles. Too bad he wasn’t wearing shorts. And why wasn’t he? It was summer, and didn’t he owe it to the women of the world to show off some skin?
    She’d been to enough backyard BBQs that summer at his and Jason’s split Victorian to know exactly what lay hidden beneath most of those clothes. What a waste, covering up that body. He turned to her and smiled, extending the mini missiles. A quick sip of her drink did nothing to squelch the slow burn running through her.
    “Think you can do better?” David asked.
    Better? Than what? Nope, physically, the man reeked of perfection.
    His eyebrow shot up. “One twenty? I scored a single and two triples.”
    “Third base? Don’t you have to at least touch me to hit third?”
    His brow cocked up, along with the side of his mouth. A low laugh rumbled through him. “Just how much did you drink tonight?”
    She held up her fingers, counting. “One, no, two before you guys got here. Another one at the table.” She held up her empty glass. “And this makes four.”
    As if the admission triggered a magic release button, all the alcohol rushed through her bloodstream and straight to her head. The room took a slow spin, blurring all the people into a kaleidoscope of colors. She tried to follow the spinning rainbow, but instead her feet twisted up and she found herself falling. Smack. Into. David’s arms.
    “I think maybe four might have been too m-m-many.”
    David laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, steering her toward the door. “You think? Darling, I’ve never seen you drink more than one before.” He opened the door of his truck and scooped her up in his arms, placing her on the seat. “Let’s get you home before you do something you’ll regret.”

    Tawny was killing him. Her head rested on his shoulder as he drove, her hand ran figure eights on his thigh. Getting higher and higher with each rotation. If he didn’t get her home soon, he’d do something he’d regret.
    He kept his eyes on the road. If he glanced down at Tawny, he could see straight down her dress to the lacy scraps of material and the creamy, plump flesh beneath. He was doing his best not to groan as she shifted and her hem rose, exposing a long expanse of bare leg. Did she have on matching panties? A skimpy thong or red lace? Either way, he imagined slipping them down those sweet thighs and hearing her scream out his name.
    Thankfully it took no more than a few minutes to drive to her place. “We’re here, darling.”
    “Hmm.”
    Her head remained on his shoulder, with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile in place. The figure eights reached new levels, pushing his resistance to the maximum before he caved.
    “You okay?”
    “Mmm-hmm. Comfy.”
    Any other time those words would be music to his ears, but not now when she