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husky tone of his voice played havoc with her senses; the quieter that dissenting voice became. Until all she could hear, roaring through every cell of her overwrought body, was the voice yelling, ‘Go for it, Ruby.’
    She’d never had a one-night stand before. Had always thought the concept highly overrated. Why would you want to share that kind of intimacy with a man you didn’t know? And who didn’t know you? But suddenly the glorious anonymity of one night of passion held a giddy thrill that was impossible to resist.
    She’d sworn off relationships for the time being, but surely one night of indulgence didn’t count.
    And if you were going to have a one-night stand, who better to have it with than someone who had the sex appeal of Casanova—and about half as much depth?
    She wouldn’t be able to hurt a man like Callum Westmore, even if she tried.
    The music slowed to a stop and Cal’s hand rode down to rest on her hip. Her legs straddled one hard thigh, forcing her to press against the muscled sinew. Her eyes fixed on his lips and she noticed the shadow of stubble on his cheeks.
    He swore softly, then clasped her head, and captured her mouth.
    The contact was electric. His lips firm and warm. The insistent throbbing between her legs exploded as he deepened the kiss. She opened to accept the invasion, the strong sure strokes of his tongue leaving her breathless as he drew back.
    ‘Let’s get out of here,’ he said, his gaze shuttered, his voice rough with lust. ‘I don’t do sex as a spectator sport.’
    Yes, please.
    Her mind screamed the words, but she could only nod, mute with longing, her lips still burning from the intensity of his kiss.
    Damn it, he was about to explode.
    Cal’s hand squeezed Ruby’s as he hauled her through the bar determined not to let her loose for a second. What had been fun at first, the exhilarating foreplay of flirt and counter-flirt, had turned to a torturous need that was about to send him hurtling over the edge into insanity if he didn’t get her naked really, really soon.
    Grabbing his jacket up from the chair, he pulled out his wallet and threw a bunch of twenty-pound notes on the table.
    ‘It won’t be that much!’ Ruby said as he clasped her hand and led her through the crowd to the exit.
    He looked over his shoulder at her flushed face, the lips red where he’d all but devoured her on the dance floor. ‘You want to wait for the change?’
    She gave it a moment’s thought, before her full lips spread into a smile. ‘Chantelle’s going to get extremely lucky tonight.’
    He laughed, the sound strained. ‘I certainly hope she’s not the only one.’
    The still evening air did nothing to quell the heat as he showed Ruby to his car. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked as he yanked open the passenger door.
    ‘Tufnell Park.’
    He slammed the door, then skirted the car and leapt into the driver’s seat. Firing the engine, he shifted into gear.
    ‘I live on the south end of the Heath.’ The powerful hum of the engine was nothing compared to the driving need in his gut as he roared away from the kerb, then had to brake at the traffic lights on Camden High Road. He glanced at his passenger, fisting his fingers on the steering wheel. ‘My place is closer.’
    The smile got bigger. ‘Excellent point.’
    Leaning across the steering wheel, he plunged his fingers into her hair and hauled her close—unable to wait another moment to taste her again.
    Her lips softened, her tongue tangling with his as he claimed her mouth.
    The blast of a car horn forced him to release her as every last ounce of blood surged south. ‘My place it is, then.’
    She nodded, looking as dazed as he felt.
    He stamped his foot on the accelerator. The screech of burning rubber as they shot away from the intersection made him jerk his foot off the pedal.
    Get a grip, Westmore. It’s sex. Not life or death.
    He eased out a breath, holding his car under the speed limit as he made the series of