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snapped.
    “You haven’t heard it from me before.”
    She took a deep breath and her expression softened. “No. I
haven’t.”
    “All right.” He released her and picked up his drink, took a
small sip when all he wanted to do was toss it back. Could they recapture the
sexy atmosphere they’d had before? He glanced over to the bar, put his hand
back on her thigh. “See? They’re leaving. All of them together. Not one of them
hooked up tonight.”
    She smiled, took a sip of her drink. Her fingers stroked the
stem of her glass and he wished they were on his cock.
    It wasn’t much of a shift to lean in and nuzzle his face in
her soft hair. He took a deep breath, inhaled her sweet, yet musky, scent. “You
smell good,” he whispered.
    Meredith turned to look at him and her lips were so close,
they brushed along his. Her surprised gasp caused her lips to part and Sam took
advantage of the moment to turn it into a proper kiss. Her lips were as soft as
the rest of her. Her taste just as sweet. He might have moaned into her mouth
as he dove in to claim her with his tongue.
    She slowly drew away but not too far, just enough to murmur,
“I’ve never been one for PDAs.”
    “You’re okay being kinky in the bedroom but public displays
of affection bother you?”
    “Guess I’m not much of an exhibitionist.”
    “Pity.” He winked. “No, it’s okay. I like my privacy too.
You’re just trying my self-control tonight. I want my hands on you.” He leaned
in again to bury his face in her neck, to feel her silky hair on his cheek and
brush her ear with his lips. “I want to have you all to myself. I want to hear
you scream when you come against my mouth. I want to bury myself deep in your
soft body and hear you scream again when you climax around me.”
    She shivered. “Wow. You sure have a way with words.”
    “I have an even better way with my hands. And other things.”
    “I’ll bet you do.”
    He sneaked another quick kiss and when he pulled away she
caught his lower lip with her teeth, drew it back into her mouth for a quick
suck. “You taste good,” she said. “Maybe I should have had whiskey tonight.”
    “I taste like whiskey? That’s what you liked?”
    Mischief sparkled in her eyes. She grinned and nodded, then
snagged his glass and took a swallow. “Mmm.” She giggled at his mock frown and
then offered him her glass. “Dirty martini?”
    He’d never been fond of olive juice, but he tossed back the
rest of her drink and then shuddered. She laughed again and with that throaty
sound, he pictured her in his bed, those curls tumbled on the pillow, those
curves bared to his eyes, to his hands, his mouth. His cock ached, throbbing
with insistent need.
    He’d finished her drink, so he gestured to Meredith to
finish his. She downed the rest in one gulp, then held the whiskey in her mouth
as if she were savoring it. After she swallowed, she licked her lips with a
slow sweep of her tongue.
    “I don’t know about you but I need some food,” he said. That
inner teen was back again, nervous as hell as he asked, “Would you like to go
get something to eat?”
    “You’re asking me out to dinner?” she asked softly. “Does
that mean this is a date?”
    “Yep. First date.”
    She took a deep breath, let it out on a shaky sigh. “Okay.
But we can’t go to a fancy restaurant. It’s the kiss of death.”
    “Agreed.” He paused. So far it had been all flirting and
foreplay. Would she actually want to see how far this thing between them could
go or would her concern about them working together make her hesitate? He
didn’t like rejection any more than any other guy but he had to take the
chance. “My apartment is just down the block. Don’t suppose you’d be up to
grabbing a pizza and taking it back to my place?”
    Meredith turned on the bench, one leg hitching up on the
seat. Her dress rode up as her legs parted. She leaned forward, placed her
hands on his thighs, her breasts close enough he could