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arm. Heat exploded through his body again.
    “Oops.” Her cheeks stained with scarlet as she favored him with a sexy little look from under her lashes. God, did she have any idea what looks like that did to him?
    He changed his grip to capture her in his arms with ease. She didn’t struggle, but he didn’t expect her to, and after his battles on the pitch, chasing down one tiny, tipsy woman was child’s play. Instead she just watched him with a half-confused, half-quizzical expression. It was adorable. Impulsively, he leaned down and dropped a kiss on the end of her nose.
    “Age is just a number, gorgeous. It doesn’t matter to me.”
    The expression in her eyes softened, her lips a tiny O of pleasure. He wasn’t laying on the charm or spinning her a line he didn’t mean, but it felt a little like it so he grinned, the expression saucy. “Besides, don’t they say that you’re as old as the man you feel?”
    “Oooh! In that case, I must be in the damn nursery,” she shot back, slapping at his chest and shoulders playfully. Blows he barely felt, used to the hard hits of the pitch. Unless she hit him with a sledgehammer or something, then she hadn’t a hope in hell of hurting him. He held onto her easily, feeling a little like a conquering knight with his lady in his arms, without the ridiculous outfit and sword.
    Her struggles brought them together, pressed tight from chest to thigh. He watched as she felt the hardness of his stiff cock pressed against her belly, hid a smile as realization flared across her features, then groaned as her eyes darkened.
    “Why, do I feel like a little boy to you?”
    Bending his head, he whispered his lips over hers. Not kissing her, not yet. Just teasing, holding his lips a fraction clear of the luscious temptation of her mouth. Anything worth having was worth waiting for, and he’d waited years to taste her lips. A few more seconds savoring the anticipation would make it all the sweeter.
    Silently she shook her head, her throat moving as she swallowed. Wet her lips with the tip of a pink tongue, the movement more felt than seen. He couldn’t wait any longer. With a groan rumbling in the back of his throat he pulled her closer and claimed her lips, ignoring the busy street around them and the driver who honked his horn as he drove by.
    She was… She tasted…
    It was indescribable. Heavenly. Sublime. His lips slid over hers in a gentle caress. Learning the shape and taste of her mouth as she melted against him. Her soft curves fit against his harder body perfectly, like two halves of a whole coming together. Tracing her lips with his, he kept things light. Sensual. Featherlight kisses as he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist and slid his free hand into her hair, scattering pins all over the pavement in a metallic shower.
    The sound made her gasp. A gasp that parted her lips under his and broke the chains on his control. A small sound of triumph worked free from his lips as he swooped in and took advantage of the opening, like a player spotting an overlap on the opposition’s line, to deepen the kiss.
    His tongue slid past her lips, exploring, demanding access and response from her. He stepped back until he was leaning against the wall of the entrance and let her lean against him, his legs parted and bent so she could shelter between them, ignoring the burn of the half squat as he ravaged her mouth. He let her come to him, rather than pin her and take what he wanted. It was the only way she was keeping her clothes on. Because the moment he got her under him, either on a horizontal or vertical surface, then he wouldn’t be able to resist making her his.
    She moved with him, not pulling away even at the hard evidence of his mood. Her mouth was soft, eager as she kissed him back with passion, her small hands clinging to his broad chest and shoulders as the heat between them rose to boiling point.
    The sound of the hotel door opening, an explosion of laughter and music spilling