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sat up, light-headed. Feeling a little silly but very grateful. There were many beautiful things about a man’s mouth that she could not recreate by herself.
    And this man’s mouth was particularly beautiful.
    In the low lamplight, his chin was shiny, his eyes bright.
    He looked pleased and dirty and totally delicious.
    Quickly she contemplated what kind of luck pushed Harry into her bar.
    She laced her fingers through his and tugged. “Come up here.”
    With that economic grace of his he surged up onto the bed, covering her piece by piece. Knees, thighs, belly. He stopped for a second, braced against her, and pulled off his shirt, kindly giving her skin to touch. And such fine, lovely skin it was, stretched over lean muscles, covered with hair as blond as what was on his head. She ran her fingers down his chest, across his nipples. He flinched slightly.
    “You don’t—”
    “I do.”
    His thumb traced the curve of her lower lip. “I haven’t kissed you.”
    “That’s not entirely true,” she laughed. Her clitoris still buzzed from his kisses. “I haven’t kissed you ,” she said.
    “Should we fix that?”
    Leaning forward, she kissed his chest. The bit of bone at his sternum. He kissed her shoulder, a surprising quick, hard peck, and she laughed before kissing the tender skin near his armpit, which made him jump.
    “Ticklish?”
    “Yes.”
    He kissed the soft hollow at her throat, where the skin dipped between her collarbones.
    Humming slightly, she lifted his hand and kissed the wide center of his palm.
    Laughter, deep and dark, rumbled out of his chest, and he slipped his hand over her face and then up over her hair. Carefully he pulled out the dark ponytail holder and her hair spilled down over her back, across the white blankets of the bed.
    The sight of her hair seemed to end some game for him and he shifted them so she was lying flat on her back in the bed and he came down over her, with his skin and his serious eyes and his gravitas, and she felt herself slip a little bit in love.
    Just a little. It was something she did—fall in love. Quickly, easily, like a rib popped out of place by one wrong twist. Of course it wasn’t real love. It was infatuation, lust. Camaraderie. A certain affection. Respect. All in all a potent mix.
    Part of why she needed those rules, that hard glass wall of bad past experiences. Because she was always so ready to be in love. Always, despite pretending otherwise, wanting this feeling. This heady mix of the best of herself being called out by a man.
    Which would be concerning if she knew his last name. Or who he was.
    But they were just tonight. That was all.
    And so a little infatuation was safe.
    When he kissed her it was deep and thorough. Not so much a kiss as it was a possession. A slow and consuming takeover. He took his time, worked his way in slowly until it felt as if he’d always been there. Kissing her, the weight of him pressing her down into the superior mattress of The Cobalt Hotel.
    His hand slid from her waist to her breast and she purred in her throat, slipping her own hand between them over the erection she felt behind his zipper.
    The slow possession gained urgency. Gained need, and she fumbled with his zipper, growing frantic to touch him. To have him.
    He reached down to help but only made things worse, and he laughed into her mouth before lying back, unzipping his pants, and pushing them down over his hips and legs. The hard length of his erection popped free and lay against his belly and it was as irresistible as the rest of him, and she slipped over him, lying on her stomach between his legs. He scooched up so she wouldn’t have to twist awkwardly to stay on the bed.
    Very considerate .
    She cupped him in her palm, measured him with herfingers, looked at every inch of him before curling her hand around the solid girth of his dick and leaning forward to lick, very slowly, the head. The salt and sweet of him flooded her mouth and she moaned at the