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visceral reaction he had to take a deep breath and get himself under control.
    She had to be here to see Annie – had to, but that didn’t change Nick’s knee-jerk reaction to seeing her. He grabbed the door knob and yanked the door wide, completely faking his surprise.
    ‘Oh! Hey, there. I thought you were my Chinese food.’
    Great way to woo a girl. Lie your ass off …
    She blinked and then covered her mouth. Was it him or were her cheeks suddenly a flaming red? She looked as if he’d jumped her and tackled her to the ground.
    ‘Sorry, did I scare you?’
    ‘N-n-no,’ she said. But her eyes were wide and he could see her pulse jumping erratically at her throat. Nick clenched his hands into fists because his first instinct – his urge, really – had been to reach out and put his fingertips to that skin. To feel her blood pumping and rushing at seeing him. Even if it was only because he’d startled her.
    She was looking at him strangely. Probably because he was acting like a nut. Her hair was wind-tossed and erratic and eddied around her face like she was underwater. There was a breeze rushing down the long communal hallway because someone had cracked the lone window.
    ‘Are you sure you’re OK? Is it your ankle?’
    She cocked her head at him as if she were having trouble understanding him. Nick noticed her breathing was laboured like she’d run up the steps, but he’d heard the elevator doors when he saw her coming. So what …
    He lost that thought because she was rushing at him. Her hands shoved into his hair and she yanked it accidentally, but hard enough to make his dick hard. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ she muttered, pressing those sweet warm lips to his.
    He didn’t know what she was sorry for, didn’t care. His gripped her waist tight in his hands to hold her to him and kissed her back. When her wet tongue snaked between his lips and teased his, his cock went from hard to the lethal weapon stage.
    Nick was fairly certain that at the moment he could chop wood with his erection. But that wasn’t what he wanted to do with it.
    Conscience got the better of him and he pulled back long enough to say, ‘Hey are you sure you’re OK? Are you sure about …’ He tore his way from those vibrant brown eyes and trained his gaze on her plump red lips.
    ‘I’m sure. I’m sorry, but yes, I’m sure. Can we …?’ She pushed her body entirely to his. He felt the heat and heft of her breasts press to his chest and the warm cleft between her legs. She was wearing severely faded and abused jeans with a hole at the knee and Nick was fairly certain he’d never seen a woman look sexier.
    She kissed him again and he almost groaned, hating his conscience. 
    ‘Can we what?’
    Casey tugged his belt and then touched his hard-on, all the while kissing him wherever she could get her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste a spot on his neck and he was suddenly terrified he was going to come before he even got out of his fucking pants.
    ‘Can we go in your apartment?’
    He didn’t answer. Just encircled her in his arms and took three big steps back and kicked the door shut.

Chapter Four

    NO THINKING. SHE COULDN’T think. He’d surprised her and then she’d been lost in those eyes and wondering what his dark hair would feel like under her fingertips. What other parts of him would feel like under her fingertips. Casey didn’t want to think. She thought all fucking day, every day. She thought well into the night. She thought about when would be a good time to move on. What people would think of her. If she should or if she could or if she wanted to.
    And standing there, watching his mouth and the way he stood, how his body managed to be supremely relaxed and yet alert all at once, she had wanted him so fucking fiercely it had stolen her breath and she felt like she was panting.
    It was in that moment that Casey decided. Maybe she’d regret it later, but maybe not. The only thing she cared about was the freeing feeling of