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guard against thick ankles like her great-aunt Alma Dee’s, bless her heart.
    “All the Toussaint woman are too skinny.” He rolled up the sleeves for her, and his thumbs brushed the pulse on the inside of her wrists. “Probably all those first cousins marrying.”
    “Are we going to talk about who’s more inbred again?”
    He smiled and wrapped her against him one more time. “No. Let’s talk about the smell of sweet jasmine in your hair.” He lowered his face to the side of her head. “You’ve beautiful hair.”
    She felt a little hitch in her chest. “I hate my hair.”
    “It suits you. Soft. Wild.”
    No one had ever said that about her hair. Or about her, for that matter. She wasn’t wild. Wasn’t a rebel like Thelma or Louise. But with the hitch in her chest growing and aching, pushing and pulling her, she wanted to be. For just a little while. She curled into his chest and smelled his neck. Cool, clean, and so tempting. She laid her head on his shoulder and moved with him to the sexy strains of sax, piano, and steel guitar. His hands moved across her back, up and down. Sliding up and down to the slow rhythm of jazz, and she almost moaned out loud. Maybe it was the heat of his body moving with hers, or his hands, or the sexy beat of the music, but she gave in to the temptation of his throat. She parted her lips and kissed him. Hot. Wet. Right where his shoulder met his neck.
    He sucked in a breath and pushed her away. “How old are you, Blue?”
    “Eighteen.” He stepped back as if he meant to step away. Away from the warm and the crazy-mixed-up feelings heating up her body and making her feel so good.
    He stared down into her eyes. Not quite letting her go. “You’re younger than I thought.”
    “I’m an adult.”
    “Barely.”
    “I’m a big girl, Kasper Pennington.” She didn’t want him to leave. To pull his warmth away from her. She could already feel the loss of heat. “The government thinks that I am old enough to vote and die for my country.” She placed her hands on the sides of his face and looked into his eyes. “I think I’m old enough to be with you.”
    “There’s being with me.” He lowered his face and brushed his mouth across hers. “Then there’s being with me.” The tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth, and he pulled her against him. If the hard bulge in his pants was an indication, Kasper was dressed left.
    “You make me ache,” he whispered against her cheek.
    Her too. Right in the middle of her chest. An ache that started in her heart and spread to her breasts and belly and between her legs. It pulled and tugged and turned into a full-blown heart attack. A heart attack that felt good as much as it hurt. A heart attack that tightened her nipples and made her press against his chest. He hadn’t even kissed her yet, and she wanted it. So bad. She slid her hand up his hard, bare arm and over the short sleeve of his T-shirt. She parted her lips and invited him inside. His tongue brushed hers, a soft touch and light sweep, and she moaned deep in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they swayed to sensual jazz and sultry blues. She sucked him deeper in her mouth, and the kiss turned as hot as the music swirling around them. Blue was not the sort of girl to make out in public at a street dance. She’d never done it before, but she’d never felt this way before. Attractive. Sexual. Wanted by an extremely attractive man. A Pennington. He was forbidden, and she was a rebel.
    His lips were so warm and firm, and he tasted like passion. Dizzy, chaotic passion, and when he pressed his erection to her, she let him. She let him because it felt so good. Hot and liquid and intoxicating. He slid one hand down her side and slipped it under the edge of his sweatshirt. His thumb brushed her bare skin just above the waistband of her shorts. The touch of his fingers on the small of her back sent tingles up and down her spine.
    She ran her hands over his