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you.”
    “Unfortunately, I didn’t know you then.” He held
up his glass. “Here’s to getting to know each other now.”
    “Cheers!”
    They both drank and Becca let the fruity flavors
meld into the acidity of the wine to create the delicious experience that was
Sauvignon Blanc. She’d only taken a couple more sips when their plates began to
arrive, and soon conversation was slower as they both enjoyed the food and wine
combinations. At the end of the meal they waved off dessert and coffee and
James paid, despite her protestations, as she knew he was working at the bar to
support his mom. Then they made their way back to and got into his car.
    Before he started it, she said, “I’d like to
spend a little more time with you if you can. We can go to my place, but, um,
I’m not ready to sleep with you.”
    James reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’d
never expect that. We’ll take things slow. I go to bed late and only need about
six hours of sleep, so sure, I could come in for a while.”
    When they got to her place, she opened the door,
hoping her eclectic decorating style didn’t put James off. As she’d gotten
older, Becca had started accumulating whatever looked interesting to her, which
had resulted in a hodgepodge she loved but could see someone else hating. But
as he went around her living room, asking her about different pieces, it was
obvious he liked what he saw and her heartbeat sped up. Watching him made it
hard to take things slowly. Hell, the fact he thought her cat cuckoo clock was
as awesome as she did made her want to climb him like a tree. Instead, she
offered him a drink and then they both sat on the couch.
    “Do you want to watch something? Talk?” She held
up the remote.
    “Tell you what. Do you have any music stations?”
    “Uh, yeah, I think so. I have a huge cable
package.”
    “Good. Can I have the remote?”
    He located the music channels and she watched as
he flipped back and forth between a few before settling on one. Then James
rose.
    “Dance with me?” He held out his hand and, with
a grin, she took it. Deep down, this is what she’d wanted all her life–to have
a man to dance with in her living room, someone to try new places and things,
travel and discover all the fascinating parts of the world with. James had
already mentioned a few of the places he’d been and they’d compared notes on
others.
    James put his arm around her waist and drew her
close. Whoa, some muscles underneath those clothes. He didn’t even seem to mind
she was nearly a head taller, even in her stocking feet, just put his other
hand around the back of her neck and then leaned his forehead on her cheek.
They danced to several songs, and then James kissed her. It was hungrier than
their kiss in the park had been, since they didn’t have an audience to worry
about, and soon Becca had to pull away, fighting to force air into her
screaming lungs.
    “Couch? James croaked out.
    “Oh hell yeah.”
    They fell onto the couch with Becca against the
corner, James pressing his body into hers as his tongue sank into her mouth.
She clutched at his back as he devoured her, taking her closer and closer to
insanity. Nowhere outside of actual sex had Becca felt something like this.
With impatient hands, she pushed him back and began to unbutton his shirt. When
two buttons were undone he growled and then pulled it off over his head,
leaving him in a tight black T-shirt.
    He kissed down her jaw to her neck, sucking
lightly on her riotous pulse point. Her head fell back against the cushions and
James took advantage, leaving wet kisses over her collarbone and lower. When he
reached her cleavage and the V-neck of her top, he looked up.
    “Can I?”
    Nodding, she bit her lip as James untied the
wrap blouse she was wearing, leaving it hanging open when he dropped his face
into the valley of her breasts and licked and sucked his way from one to the other.
His hands bracketed her head on the couch and never strayed