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strides. "I was wondering what you tasted like."
     
    I stood breathlessly as Adam traced the length of my arm with one slim finger; the faint contact left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I've only known you an hour, Lilly; but already I know you're smart, and funny, and gorgeous, and you kiss like you wouldn't believe, and under that sweater you have the most promising breasts I've seen in a long time. One-night-stand? I don't think one night is enough."
     
    I had to resist the urge to shake my head in disbelief. Was this guy for real? How could someone look so rough and speak so wonderfully?
     
    "Did Rhiannon put you up to this?" I asked acerbically.
     
    "Rhiannon? Who the hell is Rhiannon?" There was a perplexed scowl on Adam's face. "What are you talking about?"
     
    I took a step closer and tilted my chin up to look Adam in the eye as best I could. "Rhiannon: the high-maintenance brunette. She's been telling me lately that I should think outside the box and see someone I wouldn't normally consider. I thought that maybe you two had worked something out."
     
    For a brief moment I thought Adam might be angry with me, but the furrow between his eyebrows melted away and he began to laugh. "Look Lilly, why don't we just forget about your friends and your insecurities and my looks and my personality quirks for a little while at least? I can think of a million other things we could be doing right now."
     
    The heat was back in Adam's gaze and I liked the way it made me feel. "Do I get to see the rest of those tattoos now?" I asked with a grin.
     
    Adam arched his pierced eyebrow gracefully. "Of course. Does that mean I get to see your tattoos too?"
     
    I ran my hands over the dark lines twining their way up Adam's arms and he brought his long hands up to span my waist. "I don't have any," I whispered, raising myself up on my tiptoes to kiss his stubbled jaw lightly. "But I'm sure there's something under my clothes which might interest you anyway."
     
    "You are a flirt," Adam murmured against the side of my mouth; he took a step backward toward the living room and took me with him in the process. "Can we find that more comfortable spot now?"
     
    We ended up in my bedroom, although looking back I'm not sure when or how. In between dizzying kisses Adam had me stripped down to my bra and panties with dextrous efficiency in less time than it took for me to notice the chill in the room. He shed his t-shirt and I stared open-mouthed at the network of dark, swirling tattoos which crossed his arms and shoulders. I'd never seen anything like them before; they were beautiful.
     
    "I had a good hunch about these," Adam teased, running a finger lightly across the swell of my breast above my bra. "It's so nice to be right."
     
    My giggle was muffled by Adam's insistent kisses; his hands were everywhere and it was making it hard to concentrate. His long, lean fingers definitely knew what they were doing and all thoughts of resisting flew from my head the minute he found my nipples. My toes curled as I moaned loudly.
     
    "Amazing," Adam whispered.
     
    I giggled. "What is?"
     
    He shrugged nonchalantly and I watched the tattoo which wound up his bicep and over his shoulder ripple as his muscles moved; it was the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long time. "You. These," he pinched my nipple playfully; the small hurt shot pleasure straight to my belly. "That you're letting me do this."
     
    I laughed again, running my hands through the short stubble of his hair; it tickled. "I'm a little amazed that you want to do this."
     
    Adam looked at my quizzically. "Why wouldn't I?"
     
    "Most guys don't," I offered, suddenly feeling stupid for admitting my insecurities to a virtual stranger, even if we were practically naked together. "I mean, I'm not the type of girl that guys typically go for."
     
    "Why the hell not?" Adam's voice was gruff; he sounded almost mad.
     
    "Well, I'm short, and I have glasses and freckles, and well..." my voice