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have the correct words to say so he slipped his hands in his pocket and followed her out to the porch. It was a balmy night and the moon was bright. It made her hair give off an almost angelic silver glow. Now that she was leaving he felt a strange ache. An impending loneliness settled over him and he wished she wasn’t leaving. Not that he would ask her to stay, because then she would get the wrong idea. He didn’t have time to be saddled with a relationship that would take too much work and take away his freedom. He was too young to be tied down like his big brother was now. Wasn’t he?
    “I’ll text you in a bit.”
    “You okay to drive?” It was a lame attempt to get more time with her. He’d watched her all night and knew she only drank one glass of champagne and that had been hours ago.
    “I’m good,” she clasped her glittery little purse in her hands and rocked back and forth on her heels as if she didn’t want to leave , any more than he wanted her to.
    If he were to reach out right now and touch her, he may never stop.
    If he kissed her glossed lips and tasted her sweet mouth once, he’d be lost.
    And even though he knew that, even though he acknowledged to himself those very things, it didn’t stop him from taking a step forward.
    If she hadn’t looked up at him with her beautiful emerald eyes that sparkled in the moonlight he could have resisted.
    At least that’s what he told himself when he lowered his head to hers and dug his fingertips into the silky , soft hair at the nape of her neck.
    And if only.
    If only she hadn’t whispered his name in a breathy sigh when he pulled her tighter, rubbing his mouth down the elegant slope of her neck to taste the freckles that had been teasing him all night as they lay bare to his eyes on her creamy white shoulders.
    Surely he could have walked back inside and not taken the step that would probably change their relationship forever.
    But no, that wasn’t how it played out. Dom didn’t walk away. Chelsea whispered his name on the verge of a whimper that made him hard as a rock and hungry to hear more of the sweet sounds he knew she would produce.
    It wasn’t his fault.
    To be fair, it wasn’t hers either.
    Blame it on the wedding that made single hearts ache for their other half.
    Blame it on the way the moon was shining down on them basking them in a romantic glow.
    Blame it on the attraction they’d fought to ignore their whole lives.
    To hell with it, Dom thought as he tugged her head back far enough her back was bowed and she had to grip his arms to steady herself. Not that he would dare let her fall. No, not that at all. He wanted her helpless, gasping, hanging on to his strength, that way when he took her mouth this time he could consume her, devour her sweetness until she was weak as a newborn kitten in the palm of his hands.
    That was exactly what he did.
    The meeting of mouths was hot enough to make her whole body quiver and sweet enough he swore he heard angels singing. The taste of peach champagne was tart and succulent on her tongue, but her underlying flavor was purely her. Uniquely, Chelsea. White hot heat consumed him when her nails dug into his forearms and her teeth worried at his full bottom lip. If it weren’t for the sound of the screen door swinging open as the last of the guests walked outside, they may have went as far as two people in heat could go on a front porch in the moonlight. In fact, the thought of making love to her on the porch swing had its own sort of appeal. But as it were, they snapped apart and he rubbed his thumb over his mouth to remove the lip-gloss that was surely there.
    Chelsea straightened her dress and promptly ran down the stairs and jumped in her car, taking off down the driveway like a bat out of hell.
    “Damn it all to hell and back.”

Chap ter 5
    “I think if you were any better in the men department, you might kill me with how damn perfect you are.”
    That made Lilah crack up laughing. If he only