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some?”
    “S-sure.” She seemed a bit nonplussed. She took a quick sip, and some of the beer spilled over her lip, dribbling down her chin, followed the column of her neck, and down into her cleavage. Well, damn. That did it.
    He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer.
    Taking the tray and beer from her hands, Wes placed both on the graveled pavement. He took a step toward her, then another until he backed her up against the wall. Her eyes were darker, almost black, and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly.
    “You want?” His tone was harsh and full of need; a rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. A storm was coming, and he was powerless to stop it. But he could control this.
    A bedroom whisper from her: “I want.”
    He lowered his head to the swell of her breasts. His tongue darted out, lapping up the spilled beer, tasting the tartness of the alcohol and the crisp scent of lemons. He traveled up until he was at her neck and felt her pulse skip like a pebble on a lake. He licked her stubborn chin, up to her pouty mouth, and she trembled in his arms.
    He dipped his tongue along the bottom of her mouth like a painter’s brush, tracing the shape of her, and then the seam. Her lips tasted like apples. A whimper of need escaped her. She was soft, and he couldn’t help but nip at her lower lip.
    She opened, but he didn’t enter. Not yet. He wanted to kiss her, taste her, know her, and find out why he couldn’t get enough of just her kiss. His lips weren’t gentle on hers. He demanded and urged, throwing caution to the wind. He didn’t even know her name.
    With that thought, he lifted his head. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and reddened from his kisses, all traces of her lip gloss gone, and he leaned down to kiss her again. Once. Twice. He started to get lost again in that succulent mouth of hers. They were getting swept away in the heat of the moment, and he was all too willing to enjoy every moment. Her name, he thought. He wanted to know what it was.
    “What’s your name?”
    Slowly, she opened her eyes. A tendril of dark brown hair rested against her creamy neck. His fingers toyed with the end of the silky strand, and he gently brushed it back behind her ear. Before she could answer, his lips were on her neck, nibbling and licking, tasting the light lemon scent that clung to her as he kissed a pathway up to her earlobe. He slipped out her long silver earring, pocketed it, and then placed both hands against the wall on either side of her head.
    He took her earlobe in his mouth, gently nipping. Her breath caught. He was getting distracted. He let go just enough so his lips brushed her ear.
    “Tell me your name, sugar.”
    “Ginny.”
    Ginny. Cute. “I’m Wes.”
    “Wes,” she repeated softly.
    It took some effort, but he stepped away. He didn’t want to touch her when he said this—he didn’t want her to feel pressured. He wanted it to be her choice. If she said no, he’d walk back into the bar.
    “I want you. Here. Now.”
    “We don’t even know each other.”
    It didn’t matter. Not tonight. Not now. “I still want you.”
    She swallowed. “Me?”
    “See anyone else?” He made a show of looking around. “Yeah. You.”
    “I . . .” Ginny ran her hand through her hair. “I’ve never done this—had sex with a man I didn’t know.”
    Her vulnerability touched him. Maybe she didn’t know what she would be getting herself into. Maybe he didn’t either—he didn’t have one-night stands. Maybe she would expect something more if they had sex. But he stared at her mouth, remembered the heat of her and how he wanted more, and decided to hell with tomorrows and what could happen. Right now, this was all that mattered.
    “Do you want me?”
    “Yes.” She ducked her head, shyly.
    He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted it until her eyes met his. He needed to see the truth in her expression. If there was any hesitation, if there was any doubt he’d leave.