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with appearances, you see.” He chuckled and sent her a sly look.
    “If she only knew how many of her prim-and-proper friends we caught in compromising situations over the years, she probably wouldn’t have been so insistent that we attend those parties.”
    Casey giggled when he winked. She nodded toward the couple again. “You say they’re a couple but how do you know? Just because they’re dancing together?”
    Andre leaned over and whispered in her ear. “No, I assume because of the way he has his hand on her ass.”
    Casey peered over the railing again and her breath hitched. The man had one hand firmly on the woman’s bottom while the other rubbed slow circles on the skin exposed by the plunging back drape of her gown.
    “I bet she’s really cold,” she quipped. Even as her face heated and she started to turn away, the woman stood on tiptoe and pressed her mouth against her lover’s. She looped an arm behind his head and held him to her, caressing his back, neck and face. Casey couldn’t turn away, their dueling tongues visible even from a distance. They kissed with such passion it embarrassed her to watch.
    She peeked at Andre. He seemed completely at ease observing the other couple’s passion so she strived to seem as unaffected as he.
    “That doesn’t mean they’re a couple. Look at how they touch each other. They’re so desperate. So urgent. Perhaps they’re forbidden lovers. Maybe they haven’t seen each other in a long time and this is their only chance to be together.”
    Andre glanced over at her, obviously amused. “That’s very romantic but I doubt it. It’s more likely they’re just another bored married couple who got tired of socializing.”
    They turned to face each other and Casey instantly knew she’d made a mistake. The sudden movement threw her off balance and she had to grab onto his arms to avoid falling. She molded to him from chest to thigh, every inch of her skin heating at the intimate contact.
    The urge to wrap herself around him and explore the hard muscles under her hands overwhelmed her. If only she could be as bold as the woman below. She could pull up her dress and wrap her legs around his long frame and finally stop wondering what he tasted like.
    As if he heard her thoughts, Andre brushed his lips over her forehead. Then he froze, awaiting her reaction. She closed her eyes, her mind telling her to do one thing and her body crying out for her to throw herself into his arms. In the end she compromised. She turned her face up to his and licked her lips. That was all the invitation he needed.
    He groaned and swallowed hard. “ Tesoro , you don’t know what you do to me.”
    “What does that word mean?” Casey whispered.
    Andre swallowed hard. “It means treasure. My treasure.”
    Before she could process the words he was kissing her, his lips feathering gently over her eyes, her cheeks and then finally, finally her mouth.
    His taste exploded on her tongue, heady like sandalwood, cinnamon and man. She clasped his shirt in her fists and pulled him closer. With a stark, animal sound, his hands settled on her lower back as he kissed her deeper, only breaking apart to take desperate, greedy breaths.
    It was too much at once, too many sensations to process. Casey opened her eyes and the world around her seemed to spin and swirl. She broke away and covered her face with her hands.
    “I am so sorry. I just can’t…” She heard his harsh breathing but he didn’t try to touch her again. He probably wondered what her problem was. She couldn’t tell him because she didn’t know herself.
    “You don’t have to apologize. I shouldn’t have been so rough. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
    Casey regarded him thoughtfully. He thought he’d been too rough? She shook her head slowly. “You weren’t rough at all. I’m just not very good at this.”
    Anya thought she needed to have a fling, but she didn’t even know how to approach a man. It wasn’t the kind of thing