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spend quite some time trying to figure out what Lena’s secrets were.
    “I enjoyed dinner,” he said, tucking his hands in his pockets. He needed to keep them occupied before he reached up and brushed that hair back from her face. If he touched her, even in a simple innocent way, he might get a taste for it—want more—and he already knew that wasn’t happening tonight.
    He didn’t live for the frustrated lifestyle.
    “I’m glad.”
    “Although, I’d kind of figured I’d be buying it,” he added.
    “You’re an old-fashioned man,” Lena teased, that smile widening ever so slightly.
    “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just terrified my folks might hear about it,” he said, shrugging and trying not to blush.
    “A grown man, living in fear of his folks.”
    That smile was now an all-out smirk and he was hard-pressed not to lean in and cover her mouth with his. “Hey, you’ve never met my mom. She could inspire fear in hardened criminals.”
    “Really?” She cocked her head.
    “Yeah.” Shit, that smile … her mouth. It was killing him.
    “Oh, to hell with it.” Reaching up, he touched the tip of his finger to her lower lip.
    Her mouth opened on a soft gasp and he dipped his head until only a breath separated them. “The second I saw you, I wondered what you’d taste like. If you’d rather me not find out, can you say something?”
    Lena blinked. Wow. Her brain had just gone completely blank.
    “Umm.”
    “Is that a back-off?” he asked.
    “No. No, I don’t think so.”
    “Good.”
    His mouth came down on hers, easy and light, keeping it slow at first. She opened for him and shuddered as he traced his tongue along her lower lip. He tasted like coffee and chocolate cheesecake and man. Delicious. Lifting a hand, she placed it on his cheek. There was the faintest rasp of stubble under her palm, very faint. Curious, she trailed her fingers along his neck, dipped them into his hair, but as curious as she was about how he looked, the curiosity was slowly dying under the heat of hunger.
    He could kiss.
    Humming under her breath, she moved closer and brought her other hand up, resting it on his hip. Lean hips, she couldn’t help but notice that. And the body she pressed against was also lean, long and lean. Heat started to pulse through her, but that was little surprise. It had already been on a slow burn from the time she’d sat down next to him.
    He skimmed a hand down her spine, resting it at the small of her back. She shivered under that touch and when he pressed her closer, tucking her lower body more firmly against his, the shivering got worse. She almostcame out of her skin. Need tightened her belly and she rocked closer, all but ready to ride the hard ridge pressed against her belly.
    And she just might have tried to do that—just might have asked him if maybe he’d come back to her place—just might have lost her ever-loving mind.
    But a car horn blared, shattering the calm night air, and Lena pulled away, sucking air in desperately.
    Her heart. Shit. It was pounding so hard, she thought it just might explode out of her chest.
    Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again … and then stop just long enough to lose all their clothes.
    “Looks like he’s looking for you,” Ezra said, his voice hoarse and low.
    “Huh? Who?”
    “There’s a guy in a white Lexus over there—staring up here—looks like he’s giving me the once-over.”
    “It’s Carter,” she said. Taking a deep breath, she blanked her expression and half-turned, waved at Carter. “The owner’s husband. He drives me home after work.”
    “Then I guess you need to get going.” He stroked a hand down her arm, then pressed his lips to her brow. “Thanks for having dinner with me.”
    “It was my pleasure.” Hesitating, she battled down the self-consciousness and