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have buried his face in
her cleavage with only a small dip of his head. It took all his willpower not
to dip. Not yet. Not here.
    “Your place?” she repeated as she slid her hands slowly up
his thighs.
    “My place.” He grasped her hands and drew them to his groin.
“This is what you do to me. My stomach needs food. The rest of my body needs
you. What do you say?”
    Her fingers traced the length of his cock but her gaze
stayed fixed on his. “No mushrooms or anchovies.”
    “Got it.”
    * * * * *
    Sam’s apartment was in an old corner building above the
pizza place. The living space was one huge room and Meredith fell in love with
it immediately. Large windows looked out over the town. It was dark enough now
that she couldn’t see much more than the lights from neighboring buildings.
    “I bet you have a great view,” she said. She draped her
shawl over the arm of the khaki-colored sofa. “My apartment faces the alleyway
between buildings.” She followed Sam into his small kitchen where he was
grabbing plates and napkins from bright-white cabinets. “But I’m not sure about
smelling pizza all the time. I’d be twice as big.”
    Sam looked over at her with that brow lifted, as if he
didn’t want to hear her talk that way about herself. “I probably eat more pizza
than I should, but it’s usually because it’s so damn convenient. I think I’ve
gotten used to the aroma.” He opened the refrigerator and studied the contents.
“All I have to offer is beer or water.”
    She didn’t need any more booze right now. “Water sounds
great.”
    “Coming up.” He nodded to the small table in the corner.
“Not much room but I don’t often have company.”
    She was surprisingly pleased to know he didn’t bring a lot
of women here. She looked back into the living room, at the long coffee table
and soft, dark area rug. She grabbed the pizza box off the counter.
    “Plenty of room in here.” He followed her into the living
room with the plates, napkins and bottles of water. Meredith put the box on the
coffee table, dropped to the floor and then looked up at him. She smoothed her
dress. “Wish I’d worn pants now.”
    His eyes darkened as he looked at her. “I don’t.” He sat
down beside her. “I like seeing these pretty legs.” He pushed her dress up her
thighs and she resisted the urge to tug it back down.
    She knew her thighs looked even thicker when she was sitting
down but she was going to pretend he really did think they were pretty. Would
he have pushed up her dress otherwise? Meredith’s stomach tickled with nerves,
anticipating where she knew this night was headed. Maybe that’s all he was
thinking about too.
    “I hope you don’t mind sitting on the floor,” she said, a
little after the fact. Her head had been getting a little tipsy from all the
alcohol, so she was grateful for finally getting some food in her system. “My
mother would never let us eat in the living room when I was growing up, so this
is one little rebellion I enjoy. Kinda harmless, you know.”
    “Do you rebel a lot?” he asked as he dished out slices onto
the plates.
    She took a bite and let all the incredible tastes explode in
her mouth while she contemplated her response. “My mother had a lot of rules,”
she told him. “She would be horrified if she knew I was sitting on the floor in
a dress, eating pizza in the living room, planning to have sex on the first
date.”
    Sam chuckled and leaned over to drop a quick kiss on her
lips. “I am so glad to discover you’re such a rebel.”
    “How about you? A rebel or a toe-the-line kind of guy?” Dumb
question. “No. You don’t need to answer that.”
    “Why not?”
    “You’re here with me, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah. But what does that have to do with rebelling?”
    She looked down at her pizza, pretending to study the
pepperoni and onions. “Nothing.”
    “Because I don’t want to hear anything more about your
size.” She shot him a sideways glance. His