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might be able to break a few of them. For you.”
    He smiled and moved his hand to hold the back of my head. “Then if we’re going big, we should go hard, don’t you agree?” My muscles tightened with the words “big” and “hard.”
    It had been a while since I’d had anything that was big or hard, other than my bunny vibrator, and lately it just hadn’t been doing the job.
    But rules. I had rules. I had….
    “Yes. Big and hard,” my mouth said just before his lips closed over mine.

 
     
     
     
     

     
    I knew he was only in town for three weeks. I knew he had a job that caused him to never be in the same place for more than a few weeks. I knew that I knew next to nothing about him, just what I’d learned in the past twenty-four hours and what Rory had told me.
    There were so many reasons to tell him to stop when he kissed me, but when those reasons went to battle against the feel of his lips on mine. The heat his touch ignited, and the things he awakened in me that I’d thought were dormant. Or at least they’d been in hibernation for a very, VERY long time.
    One of the reasons I had rules was to weed out the guys who were worth it. It was so easy to tell them that I didn’t kiss on the first date, then they would “have to run to the office,” and would subsequently never call me again. Self-preservation. Or maybe heart preservation.
    And then Fin showed up. I’d known that Rory, Sloane, and Chlo were setting me up with him from the first moment that Rory mentioned him, but I’d been willing to go for it, unlike all the other times they’d tried to set me up.
    This didn’t feel like a set-up. It felt like….
    His hand on the back of my head, pulling me close so he could kiss me harder. His lips, firm and demanding, but hesitating before he pushed, letting me come to him first. His other hand on my waist, pulling me so our bodies were almost completely connected.
    Rules. What rules?
    I separated my lips at the flick of his tongue, letting him in. For two practical strangers, we certainly had kissing chemistry. You never really knew when you started talking with someone if you would have verbal and physical chemistry.
    This was more than chemistry.
    I heard noises coming from my throat, and we were both gasping in between kisses. The closer we got, the closer we needed to get. I wanted to devour him.
    It didn’t take long for our hands to start working at removing our irritating clothing. I was working on getting the buttons on his shirt undone, cursing each and every one of them for impeding my access to Fin’s skin.
    And then there were two hands pushing me away and his mouth separating from mine.
    “Marisol, if we don’t stop now, there won’t be any stopping.”
    Really? I hadn’t figured that out. My hands were still pulling at the buttons on his shirt.
    “Marisol.” His hands gently removed mine from his shirt. What was he doing? What happened to big and hard?
    I finally looked up at his face. His hair was all over the place, his lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were dark and hungry.
    “What?” I wanted to kick myself for the way I snapped at him, but I was worked up and he’d put the brakes on. If I stopped and thought about what I was doing, I knew that I would remember all the reasons why this was a bad idea and why I shouldn’t continue with it.
    “I think we should stop.”
    And as soon as he said it, I realized he was right. What the hell were we doing?
    “Of course,” I said, leaning away from him. I was grateful we were on the couch, because I didn’t think my legs would have supported me.
    “I…I think I should go now,” he said, practically leaping from the couch, snatching his jacket, and throwing it on.
    “You don’t have to leave, Fin.”
    “No, no. I do. I’ll call you later. Bye.” And before I knew what was happening, he was slamming the door and I was sitting on my couch with bruised lips and a shattered ego.
     

     
    “So he just left. Took