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rose at her blatant observation. “Is there something on my face?”
    "Not sure yet."
    He laughed, encircling her wrist and tugging her close. The scent of labdanum and jasmine filled her nose. “Let me guess yours now…I’d say you are twenty-four.”
    The corner of her mouth quirked upward. “Close, twenty-five.”
    “Oh, I’m good.”
    “Well, what do you expect after three hundred years of practice?”
    His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her wrist. “ Oui , practice does make perfect.”
    She forced herself to breathe. The deep, foreign acuteness of his tone sank beneath her skin and sent shivers down her spine. She’d never have to worry about zoning out on a conversation with this man. She could listen to him for hours.
    His arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her against the warmth of his body. Her insides became molten, fervent to be closer. She wanted to be so close, to all but sink inside him. Why did he make her feel like this? They just met. This wasn’t normal! Was it ?
    He slid a hand down her back, over her hip, clutching her thigh through the lace in her dress. Leaning close, his lips hovered above hers. The orchestra music around them grew faint, and she concentrated on the warm breath teasing her moist lips.
    “Please forgive me,” he whispered. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her mouth, expression tortured. “I keep telling myself not to be so forward, but I just can’t stop myself.”
    Her heart shot into her throat at the first brush of his lips against hers. The firm, persuasive, electrifying feel of his mouth was enough to make her gasp. His lips covered hers, caressing them with gentle precision. She wasn’t innocent, had been with men in the past, but this was unlike anything she ever experienced. Maybe being foreign, or a vampire, had something to do with it. Tristan’s kiss soared beyond passion, as though his mouth expressed his sensual need and desire to be with her. “I don’t want this to end,” she murmured against his lips.
    He rocked back. “It doesn't have to.” His mouth found hers again, harder this time. “Would you like to go somewhere?"
    Her throat dried.
    Say yes, say yes! The voice in her mind screamed. Brianna swallowed and loosened her arms, unaware she had wrapped them around his neck. Her body grew hot with frustration. She craved this man, but she also wanted to keep her dignity in place.
    “I’m so sorry.” He shook his head. “My mouth is running away with me. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable—”
    "I need a drink. Give me a moment." Her legs shook in protest as she marched to the nearest bar. This was going too fast, but could she go further? Maybe she could. She placed her purse on the wooden top—ignoring the wobble in her knees—and waved to the bartender. “Water, please.”
    The barmaid nodded and placed a tall glass in front of her. She shot back a large mouthful.
    “Damn.” A familiar male voice sounded from behind.
    Don’t spit out the water. Do not spit out the water! She forced the icy liquid past the tightness in her throat and tried not to choke.
    “Why do all my girlfriends look hot after I break up with them?” Percy’s voice made her cringe.
    She turned with a cold smile. “Don’t you mean ex-girlfriends?”
    “Hello to you too, Bri. Love the dress,” he said, pointing to the lace revealing her thigh. He looked the same. Long dark hair in a shaggy style past his ears, eyes the colour of brandy…which, ironically was the same as his scent, and a posture held so straight she couldn’t be sure if he showed off his fit physique or if a pole was stuck up his ass. “Did I buy you this?”
    She gritted her teeth. “No. I bought this dress myself.” He had never bought her anything of value, as if the moron didn’t already know that.
    “That’s a shame. I would’ve asked for it back because I know this babe who’d look fantastic in that dress.”
    She rolled her eyes, placed her glass on the bar-top