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cryptic and ardent at the same time. She couldn’t turn away.
    What was she doing? She’d never been so forward, at least not with someone she’d just met. It took a mental battle with her hands but she was able to pry her fingers from his skin and drop them, letting her hands dangle limp at her sides.
    She inhaled deeply, her insides shaking. “I think I should go.” Her eyes went over his bare shoulders, strong and tan and smooth. She rethought her statement, knowing she didn’t want to leave, intimidated by, yet craving what might happen if she stayed. “Thanks for breakfast, and…um…by the way, where am I?”
    “I’m thinking, you’re in the exact place you should be.” Holding her gaze, he closed in on the already not-so-spacious gap between them. His heat, his smell…God, his smell, musk and barely-there cinnamon, it was dizzying. Her determination to leave moments ago became imperceptible, and her mind was left with nothing but thoughts of his hands, his mouth on her body.
    “Leaving would be smart,” she said shakily. His hips, his glorious half-covered hips, grazed against her. She knew how his bare skin felt at the touch of her fingers, a hint of him was still there, and her legs became weak at the thought of him pressed against her. His top half, bare and delicious, hovered mere centimeters away, and his knowing eyes drifted to her lips and held fast.
    “Smart?”
    “Yes.”
    “Last night…getting that drunk...was not smart ,” he said, his smile mocking playfully, his hands pressing into the counter top on either side of her.
    She laughed to cover her nervousness, loving the feel of being trapped so close to him, and hating it at the same time. His name, what in the hell is his name? “I was in rare form last night.” Damn tequila!
    “And now?”
    He didn’t give her time to answer as he bent down meeting her mouth. His tongue worked hers, frantic and intense. Her knees, giving out, went into immediate gel-mode. She grabbed the counter’s edge behind her for stability. His fingers wound in her hair, and he wrenched her in, cinching their bodies together. She gasped at his heat.
    Touching him, she knew, would lead to more, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him. But she’d never slept with someone she didn’t know. Since high school graduation, she’d only been in a few relationships, and she hadn’t even slept with all of them.
    What if sex was all she needed? And that’s what this was, right? A guy she had left a bar with? Isn’t this how it happens? She pried her mouth from his, examining his face. His lips were red and wet, his eyes dark, hungry…for her. Kayla’s center tightened and she swallowed hard. Fuck it!
    Her hands went behind his head, pulling him back to her. Oh, please, take me now, her mind silently pleaded.
    As if he were reading her thoughts, in one quick swoop, he leaned past her, swiping everything from the counter. Her plate crashed to the floor, and the sound of shattering ceramic against the stone tile floor reverberated in her ears as he lifted her and sat her on the edge.
    Her eyes went wide, and she gasped, unable to hinder the breath catching in her throat at the feel of his waist between her legs. He moves fast! His eyes narrowed slightly, and he grinned with amusement. She leaned in to kiss him, but he averted her lips and nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking and nibbling her skin. She moaned low, barely audible, tilting her head and giving him more access.
    “Rare form?” he asked into her neck.
    It took a second for his words to register. “You have no idea.” She shivered at the touch of his fingers brushing the skin just beneath her blouse, across her lower back.
    “Rare form is good.” He traced his tongue up her neck, over her chin, and to her lips.
    “Mm.”
    His hands slid around her waist, gripping her sides. His mouth trailed down her chest, nearly to her cleavage and back up, sending a manic current under her skin. She latched