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environmental tirade. “You’re nervous.”
    “I am not.”
    “Yes, you are. And I think it’s adorable. I mean, look at you.” He put his hands on the lapels of her coat, grasping the open collar lightly. If skin had touched skin she would have melted at that moment. “When you first walked into Love Notes for your audition, I thought you had to be the coolest hot chick I ever saw, and here you are nervous on a first date.”
    She wanted to deny it, but what good would it do? She was ready to jump out of her skin or at least out of her clothes for this man. If he didn’t get away from here fast, she was going to eat him alive. “I don’t want to screw this up.”
    He dropped his gaze. Was he being shy, or was he checking out her cleavage? She hoped it was the latter. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to screw this up, aside from morphing into a giant spider or something…and even then…I’d be willing to try to work around it.”
    “Shut up and kiss me, please.” There. The coolest hot chick around just asks for what she wants and gets it. One kiss, then she’d toss him to the curb and make him wait to get his next dose of sugar…except that he had her in his arms before she completed her next breath.
    His mouth covered hers, possessive but sweet, demanding but gentle. She tasted a hint of the wine and a bit of mint. His scent enveloped her, warm and rich with a hint of coffee and musk, and while his tongue laved hers, she clung to him, weak-kneed with desire for this one kiss to go so much farther.
    He bent her backward at the waist, cradling her upper body in his arms just the way all the best movie heroes did it. And when he broke the kiss and gazed down at her, that devastating grin tilting his lips, she was lost. None of this “good girl” stuff was going to work.
    She arched a brow, ignored the thundering of her heart and every instinct that had cautioned her to take this courtship slow , and breathed a sensual whisper close to his mouth. “I need you to take me to bed. Right now.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Taylor had put everything he had into that kiss, more to prove to himself than to Dani that he wasn’t as rusty as he thought when it came to making all the right moves. Apparently he’d done even better than expected.
    Her breathless command left him momentarily speechless. A good kiss was one thing, like riding a bike . With all the necessary working parts in the right place, the skill came back easily, but sex required a sustained finesse, and he was definitely out of practice.
    He shrugged. He was on a roll after all, and with this firebrand in his arms, he had no doubt he’d be able to get it right. What man could refuse her? Those amber eyes and waves of coppery hair, milky skin pinkened with desire, her lips parted, asking for him to take her…
    The journey from her front walkway to her bedroom passed in a sensual blur. Taylor let her lead him into her dimly lit condo and up the stairs to her bedroom.
    If she’d been battling nerves on the front walk, they’d fled by the time she helped him peel off his coat.
    She shed her own and kicked off her heels, ran a stocking-clad foot up his calf and drew him down by his tie to lie with her on the voluminous white comforter that topped her bed like a layer of frosting on a cake.
    “I’m all yours,” she whispered between hungry kisses as she guided his body over hers. It didn’t matter that they were still fully dressed. This was the sexiest thing ever.
    Unbidden, Taylor’s hand slipped up her thigh to raise the hem of her dress. She moaned at the contact and bucked her hips. The bed responded with a very slight movement of its own, and Taylor rose up on one elbow and raised a brow.
    “It’s a gel mattress. Great for the spine,” she said while working his tie loose. “It’s amazing for sex.”
    She had finished with the tie and was concentrating on the third button of his shirt when he managed to croak out a response.