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I felt every place our lips met and tasted every touch of his tongue against mine. I was hyperaware of everything he did, of every way we made and broke contact. His breathing slowed and I couldn’t help but mirror it, inhaling deeply when he did, releasing when his warm breath brushed across my skin.
    My finger grazed the surface of his earring before combing through his thick hair. When my fingertips ran down the back of his neck, a shudder pushed him closer to me.
    He looked at me and sucked his lower lip into his mouth as if to get one last taste of our first kiss. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he whispered.
    Do it again and I swear to God, I’ll be your slave for the rest of the night. I wasn’t quite brazen enough to say it, though. Besides, speaking was out of the question at this point. My mouth knew how to do one thing and one thing only.
    My fingers tightened in his hair and he offered no resistance when I pulled him into another kiss. When we separated this time, we stayed close, just looking at each other. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t quite grasp the fact that we’d been strangers just hours ago. Nameless faces in a crowd.
    But now we knew each other’s names, and I desperately wanted to hear him say mine over and over again.
    With the taste of his kiss on my tongue, speech was still nearly impossible, but the only alternative was going out of my mind, so I swallowed hard. “Do you—”This wasn’t like me at all. One night stands weren’t my thing, but they sure were tonight. “Do you want to…” My eyes darted toward my apartment, then back to him, and I lifted my eyebrows.
    Connor unbuckled his seatbelt.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    We managed to keep our hands off each other all the way across the parking lot and into the stairwell. The whole way, I didn’t dare look at him. Part of me was afraid I’d suddenly remember that this wasn’t something I normally did. Part of me was sure if I caught his eye, we wouldn’t make it to—let alone through—my front door.
    Fishing my keys out of my purse, my hands shook, but I hoped he didn’t see. I couldn’t tell which tremors were from nerves and which were from anticipation. What was I doing? Inviting him into my apartment after a few hours of conversation and a couple of long kisses?
    The memory of his kiss tingled on my lips and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him again. This can’t be anything but a good idea .
    I put the key in the door, somehow remembered which way to turn it to unlock the deadbolt, and let us into my apartment. As soon as we were inside, I turned the deadbolt again, then tossed both purse and keys into a heap just before Connor pushed me up against the door and kissed me.
    Outside the confines of his Jeep, his kiss reached new heights of hungry and desperate. His hands tangled in my hair and his hips pressed against mine, just the proximity of his cock making my clit tingle. I had to have him. I had to have all of him. Hot, naked, touching, tasting, everywhere, every way. Right now.
    “Bedroom,” I murmured.
    Together we stumbled through the darkness, bumping walls, furniture, and each other. In the bedroom, we only got as far as kicking off shoes before I pulled him down on top of me. I’d never been so turned on, but no man had ever kissed me quite like this.
    It didn’t occur to me to turn on a light until Connor pushed himself up and took his shirt off. When he came back down to me and my hands found the firm, warm contours of his muscles and the unmistakable grooves of a six-pack, I needed to see him.
    After I’d turned on the bedside lamp, I blinked until my eyes adjusted. And when they did, I wasn’t disappointed in the least.
    “Fit” didn’t even begin to describe the sculpted, powerful build of his chest and shoulders. He was as lean and slender as I’d first thought when I saw him in the pub, but every bit of him was solid and defined. Some men were