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and swallowed a moan. His gaze heated,
and her breath hitched. She inhaled swiftly, her breasts brushed against the
front of him.
    He
lowered his head. "I'm going to kiss you."
    "You
can't," she said.
    His
gaze stayed on her lips. "Why not?"
    Unable
to help herself, she tapped her foot against his shoe. "Because."
    He
chuckled. "I wanted to kiss you the moment you looked into my car and
saved my ass."
    Really? She cleared her throat. "You didn't though, so it's too late."
    "I
thought you were a prostitute and playing me with your innocent act," he
said.
    She
pushed against his chest. "Get out."
    "Not
going anywhere, Addy. I apologized. It was a stupid mistake."
    This
couldn't be happening. He was Nate Rafferty. Her fascination with him went back
a few years, but she never, ever, went out with men in his circle.
    "I
don't know why you want to kiss me," she whispered. "Nothing can
happen between us."
    "You've
got that wrong." His hand slipped under her hair and he cupped the back of
her head. "Why do you think I offered you a job? I can't get you out of my
head. If there's one thing you need to know about me, I get what I want…and I
want you."
    "Who
says you can have me?" she said.
    "Shut
up, Addy," he murmured against her lips.
    She
closed her eyes, because more than anything, she wanted him to kiss her. His
lips brushed hers, and he whispered, "Open your eyes."
    Need
made the act almost impossible but in the end, she dragged her eyelids open.
"I don't know what you want from me."
    "I
want you to see who you're kissing." His breath tickled her face. "I
want to be the only one you're thinking about when I finally take a taste of
you."
    Oh.
That was nice. "Okay."
    "Good
answer," he murmured as he captured her lips.
    For
all his hesitation and concern, he went from slow to oh my God deep and
delicious in a snap. All she could do was hold on to his shirt to keep from
swaying. She met his tongue with her own. Dueling, stroking, sucking as excitement
twirled low in her abdomen.
    Nate
slid his hands under her armpits and picked her up without breaking away from
her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and
continued to kiss him. In the back of her mind, she was aware of him walking.
She only worried about one thing. She never wanted him to stop kissing her.
    In
the bedroom, she fell, taking him with her. He landed on top of her, braced on
his elbows to cushion the landing. Her hands went to the front of his shirt,
fighting with the buttons. He chuckled against her lips.
    "Slow
down, doll," he said against her lips. "I'll take care of you."
    She
gasped, letting her arms fall to the mattress. "What are we doing?"
    "Right
now, my hands are on you." He slid the bottom of her dress to her waist.
"In a second, I'm going to taste you."
    "Oh,
God," she said on an exhale. "M-maybe we should slow down."
    He
stilled above her. "Give me one good reason."
    How
about they barely knew each other. Sure, he had her investigated after thinking
she was a prostitute, and she gobbled up everything about him she could find on
public domain, but she had no idea how many women he'd slept with or if he had
a girlfriend. No, that wasn't true. He'd broken up with what's her name,
Suzanne.
    "I'll
take it I can continue because you're not telling me no," he said.
    She
melted. Here, on her bed, she saw the sly and badass boy he claimed to have
been in his past. It was the idea of what kind of trouble he could still get
into that made her hot. Rumored to be out of control, a hot head, and running
from the law most of his life, he was the forbidden fruit. Something about him,
barely holding on to polite society, knowing he was hard and unbending to the
core, thrilled her.
    He
slid down her body. She jolted. "Wait."
    "What
now?"
    "I
know I'm clean, but I don't know…"
    "I
am, too. But, I'll take care of you." He hooked his fingers on the side of
her panties and dragged them down her legs. "I have a condom."
    "Okay.
Okay. Protection is a