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    His lips crashed into hers, drawing her lush body against him. She moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth, exploring the corners. She wrapped her arms around his neck, purring under his mouth.
    He nipped at her bottom lip, feeling the fullness between his teeth. He grazed over her neck, sucking against her skin, behind her ears, along her throat. Her hands were everywhere. He felt her nails dig through his flannel shirt as she threw one leg around his waist.
    He kissed her long and hard, causing her to moan his name. It was a more beautiful sound than her singing.
    All he could think about was, ripping the plaid shirt from her chest and nuzzling between her beautiful breasts. He wanted to feel her delicate skin on his tongue. He wanted to lick and suck every part of her. He could peel those tight jeans right off her hips, drop to his knees, and taste between her legs.
    He growled lowly. He could do all that. He could take her here and now.
    His hands tangled in her hair as he brought her mouth under his. “This is not happening, Layla,” he whispered.
    He let go. He made inches turn into feet as he backed away. Her skin was flush and her breath was hot and rapid. But there was a new expression on her face—longing. He had opened something between them he shouldn’t have.
    He couldn’t look at her anymore. He would explode right then. He stacked an armful of wood and marched toward the house.

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Layla
    S he ran her fingers over her swollen lips. Holy hell, that was the most amazing kiss she’d ever had in her life. Her entire body felt it. She let her head rest against the woodshed. She needed a minute to steady herself before walking back to the house.
    It had been just like the song. The kiss unleashed something in her she knew she would always crave. When Dylan kissed her she wasn’t thinking. She wasn’t analyzing what he was thinking. She just let it consume her. It was pure like a kiss should be.
    She smiled, pushing off the wall. Dylan Highland was full of surprises. Not only could he pierce every musical note in her body, he could kiss like a fucking rock star.
    She walked up the steps to the front porch, wishing he had been there waiting on her. He was probably inside unloading the firewood.
    She picked up the guitar from earlier and sat down. Before she knew what was happening, she sang a chorus, repeating it over and over.
    The front door cracked and she heard footsteps behind her.
    “What are you doing?” Dylan’s voice was deep.
    She rotated in the chair. “I think I have a chorus. Want to write the rest?”
    He picked up his guitar. “Let me hear it again.”
    She repeated the words that had come to her after the epic kiss.
    “How about this?” He sang a few lines.
    Layla nodded. It was exactly what she was feeling, only she couldn’t start there. For some reason her brain jumped to the chorus first. Maybe it was because her body was still buzzing from what his lips had done to her.
    An hour later, they laid their guitars down. Layla looked at him. “I think we have another one for the album.” She smiled. She wasn’t about to tell him it was a hit.
    “I think so.” He seemed quiet. She didn’t want the kiss to make things awkward, she wanted it to make things matter. It meant something. It meant as much as the song they had just written.
    She reached over and placed her palm on his knee. “We’re two for two. I think we make a pretty good team.”
    It almost seemed as if he was in pain. He pried her fingers off his leg. “Yeah, I think between Crave and Unleashed you’re not going to have to worry about the album. You wanted number ones.” He stood, his tall figure towering over her.
    “There’s more to it than that.”
    He turned for the door. “I need to check the fire.”
    “Dylan, wait. Aren’t we going to talk about that kiss?”
    He shook his head. “I think we just did.” He walked inside, latching the door behind him.

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Dylan
    H e walked into the living