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me, landing her lips over mine in a barely-there pass that far exceeds anything erotic I’ve ever experienced. She traces out my lips with hers before taking a hold of the back of my neck and plunging her tongue into my mouth in one fantastic fit of rapture.
    Everything in me loosens. I’ve kissed girls before, but never with this much urgency. Our lust is explosive, enough to fuel a rocket to Mars. We exchange soft moans of passion, kisses that map out the landscape of one another’s mouths. This was a salivary exchange for the ages—a love story in the making.
    I try to zero in on her thoughts, but she’s holding up the wall, and so am I.
    Skyla relaxes over the pool table, and I ravish her face, her ears, her fucking sweet neck with a hot bed of kisses. I loop my fingers in her shorts, and she doesn’t object. The growing bulge in my jeans very much wants her shorts off—her sweater, too—but something tells me I’m not in the running for the gold tonight.
    Skyla groans, and I can’t take it anymore. I bury a series of kisses over her heated skin before landing on her lips again. 
    Right here , right now, I growl into her.
    “What?” She smacks me in the chest and sends me flying.
    Shit. “Sorry.” I throw my hands up like a criminal, hoping she won’t bolt.
    Skyla hitches a loose hair behind her ear like a habit. Her lipstick is slightly smeared, and she’s smoldering at me without even trying.
    “I better go,” she whispers before taking off like a bullet.
    I’m still panting, trying to catch my breath like some distance runner, so I don’t stop her.
    I adjust my jeans, trying to get the stallion back in the stall for the evening. I’d like to make my way into the crowd without causing a scene. For sure I want to alleviate any tension between Skyla and me before it’s too late.
    It’s obvious she heard my proposition, although I could have tested her in a number of ways. Maybe it’s not such a good idea to let my primal instincts take over one hundred percent when she’s around. Something tells me I won’t have a say in the matter—and that “something” just so happens to be a foot-long hard-on trying to rip from my Levis.
    I glance over at the bathroom.
    I think I’ll alleviate a little tension myself before tracking down Skyla.
     
    ***
     
    After a long, cold shower in the pool house, I make my way back to the party and scan the crowd for the girl I hope to God I didn’t piss off for good.
    I struggle my way through the mass of humanity, but I don’t see any sign of Skyla.
    Michelle spots me from across the room and salutes me with her red plastic cup. Michelle Miller is wasted and easy—a combo I might have considered as a gift from above up until yesterday. Funny how I’ve known hundreds of girls in my life and not one of them has ever inspired me to take an emergency shower in the middle of a raging party.
    Skyla catches my attention near the kitchen with her hair still rumpled from behind. She leans over the wall as if she’s spying on someone. Please God, don’t let it be Gage.
    I don’t waste any time in heading over.
    “Skyla,” I whisper from behind.
    She doesn’t bother to turn around. Instead, she continues to check out Brielle attempting to hump her brother against the fridge. Skyla probably wants to run over and rescue him—I can’t blame her. Brielle has been known to eat boys like him by the dozen in just one night. There’s a reason they call her “the HeadMonster.”
    I try to hide the smile hedging on my lips as I move in front of Skyla.
    “I think we need to talk.” It takes everything in me not to take her in my arms and hold her—mold my hands over her curves. She looks confused, frightened, and a little overly concerned about the kitchen antics of her new neighbor.
    “Look”—she blinks several times as if holding back tears—“I just really want to go home.”
    She leans into the wall with her lips quivering, and my hard-on resurrects itself as