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honeysuckle. The sweet scent of her perfume clouded his senses. Oh, dear God, he wanted to taste her skin.
    When he wrapped his hands around her waist, she felt so delicate in his arms. He let his thumb rest on the exposed skin of her back. The deep plunging shirt made it so easy to accomplish. He thought his thumb would sizzle from the touch. He was worried she would move out of his embrace. But, it only made her snuggle closer. Her body melded to his as if they were one. She fit him perfectly. Her small sigh only confirmed it.
    He could feel her nipples pressed against his chest. At least he knew he had the same effect on her as she had on him. She was not immune to the attraction. With those come-fuck-me pumps she had on, her head rested just under his chin. She was a petite little thing, and she wouldn’t get any complaints from him. His wide frame completely engulfed hers. He could easily envision tossing her over his shoulders and taking her to bed, watching that beautiful smile cross her face. He had to be losing his mind.
    When Spring laid her head on his chest, his breathing hitched just for a moment and his heartbeat sped up. For a moment, he could swear it was like a weight was lifted from his chest. Bo simultaneously laid his cheek on her head. It felt natural. It was natural. Bo reminded himself to go with the night. This, whatever this was, would never, ever happen again. For once he would try not to question things. He would let Spring and the night lead him.
    Bo would not delude or deny himself tonight. He would allow Spring to be his first. She would be the first to bypass each and every wall that he had just for one night. He couldn’t fight what he felt. Why deny his wants, his needs, his desires? There were three wishes he had the pleasure of utilizing. He would explore it. Revel in it. It was one night that he’d allow himself to actually enjoy a woman’s company. Please her, tease her, bring her to the brink over and over, enjoying her cries when he brought her to orgasm. After tonight the walls and more would go back up, welded shut. It would never happen again.
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    Spring was unsure of how many songs had passed when they finally untangled from the tight embrace. They stood staring silently at each other as people around them continued to dance. Neither Spring nor Bo spoke. They couldn’t. The unspoken desire burning through both of their bodies had complete control of them. Spring looked up at Bo, but found that no words would come forth when he stared down at her with those gorgeous sky-blue eyes. The way he looked at her, as if he could see down into her soul, made her feel special. He was different from anyone she’d met before. The world, Las Vegas, and all of the craziness around them faded away.
    Her eyes went to his mouth and back up to meet his gaze again. She wanted to kiss him. How do you rate the time frame before kissing? How could she ask for a kiss without sounding like she was begging? Did she really care if she begged? If she could slap herself, she would. She claimed she would live in the moment, and dammit, she would. All of these ass-backwards questions were grating on her nerves. She would ignore the mental battle that was occurring in her head. Hell, they were now playing a game. She was excited to see where it would lead. And she would call in her first one.
    Finally, she found the words to speak. Her voice was a bit shaky. “I’m calling in my first wish.” She watched his eyes begin to change, and her body tingled at the response. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
    Bo acquiesced, slowly lowering his head down, giving Spring time to refuse if she wanted to. There was no way in hell he would turn away from this opportunity. They were playing a wishing game, and he wanted her to realize that if she changed her mind, he would stop. There would be no pressure applied if she did change her mind. He sure as shit hoped she wouldn’t refuse him. With no refusal in sight,