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“Now?”
    She licked her lips. “Yes, but—”
    “No buts. No regrets. Just now.”
    “Just now,” she said slowly. “I have to live a little. Take chances. Have fun.”
    He wondered what she was referring to and decided it didn’t matter—not if it brought her into his arms. Besides, her statement echoed his earlier thoughts. He was living a little tonight and taking chances, too. He wanted her, but he’d never gotten so carried away that he’d done this before. She was different, and she made him want to be different. A dangerous combination.
    “Yes. Have fun.” With me .
    Ginny stepped closer to him, her hands raising to his chest, but stopped inches away from making contact.
    He wanted to know her touch.
    She took a deep breath. Her hands lifted, her right landing on his shoulder, her left softly touching the side of his face. He turned his head, kissing her palm.
    “Wes.” Her voice came out shaky.
    Her index finger traced his lips oh so slowly, torturing him with a tease of seduction. When her finger darted across his seam, he opened and drew her in. He whorled his tongue around her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her down there, and imagined how she would taste.
    He let go of her finger and returned to her mouth, kissing her deep, his tongue sliding against hers, finally getting that first true taste of her. She didn’t taste like alcohol, lemons, or apples. She tasted like sugar. Spun sugar that was spinning its web around him.
    She threw her head back, offering her neck to him.
    He took.
    He scattered kisses down her throat. Goose bumps appeared on her arms when he lingered on the curve of her neck. His thumbs brushed over her nipples. The thin cotton material did little to bar him from feeling how they pebbled and tightened. He lowered her shirt until he could lift one breast free of the nude cotton bra. Her nipple puckered even more, and he dipped his head, closing his mouth around her tip, pulling deep.
    She let out a loud moan and tugged him closer. His other hand trailed down her silk skirt, inching it upward over her smooth thigh. He rubbed circles over her skin as he kissed his way back up to her mouth.
    Her eyes were glazed, heavy with lust. His fingers inched closer to her panties, then rubbed over her. He needed to feel her around him, enclosing him. He pushed her panties to the side and finally touched her.
    He groaned. “You’re so wet.”
    She bit her lip. “Good?”
    “So good.”
    Pushing past her curls, he stroked her. She made an inarticulate sound of pleasure that had his cock straining even more. He centered on her pleasure, learning what made her cry out. When he inserted one finger into her entrance and her muscles clenched around him, he gritted his teeth and prayed that he wouldn’t come in his jeans.
    Wes wanted to make sure she was ready; he didn’t want to leave her behind, unsatisfied. He pumped inside, and she pulled his head down to hers, where their mouths meshed, and hunger overruled everything.
    She leaned back, her lips inches away from his. “Condom?”
    He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
    Breaking free for a moment, she took off her panties. He grabbed them from her and stuffed them in the back pocket of his jeans.
    “Now, Wes. Now.”
    He took out a foil packet, ripping it open.
    “Let me.”
    Like he would object. With deft hands, she rolled the condom over his length, squeezing him lightly.
    “Keep doing that and I’m not going to last long.”
    She gave him one last caress, but when she looked up at him, her eyes were shadowed with guilt. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. I like when you touch me. I just want to be inside you when I come.”
    “Oh.”
    He wondered how experienced she was. She’d admitted to not having a one-night stand, but that didn’t mean anything in this day and age. There was a combination of innocence and sultriness about her. Wes hesitated. He didn’t want to hurt her. Even though she said yes and that she wanted