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and he’s damn good at it. Don’t fall for it. But maybe… She swatted her hopelessly romantic thoughts away. Even though she knew better, there was a tiny corner of her mind that clung to pointless dreams—that someday the right man would come along and she’d learn what it felt like to be loved. It would be a man who loved her and didn’t bat an eye at the fact she was a single mother. In fact, this dream man would love Nick as much as her and be the father he needed.
    Garrett’s voice cut through her mental wrangling. “Busy night, huh?”
    “Always.” Delia met his eyes and forced herself to hold his gaze. Which was hard because every second she looked at him, her pulse raced faster.
    She stood a few feet away from him, and the space between them sparked to life. A flush spread through her body. She felt helpless against the tide of pure need cresting through her. A motion caught her eye, and she looked down to see his hand uncurl from the edge of the table and reach for her. He caught the loose tie of her apron and slowly tugged it. She couldn’t have held still against his gentle tug if she’d wanted to. In two steps, she stood in front of him, the heat his body calling to hers. Liquid desire pooled in her center and dampened between her thighs. That was how desperately she wanted him—he hadn’t laid a hand on her and she was slick with need.
    In slow motion, he twirled her apron tie around his hand and tugged her another step closer. She could hardly hear for the roaring of blood in her ears. He slipped his hands around her waist, deftly untying her apron and tossing it on the table behind him.
    “There. Now you’re done for the night.”
    His words were soft. She could barely focus, but she noticed his pulse throbbing in his neck. The sight eased her, if only because she thought he might be half as affected as she was. She dared a glance at his eyes. The blue had darkened almost to navy. One of his hands had fallen to her hip after he’d tossed the apron away, the heat of it burning through the denim of her jeans. He lifted his other hand and slowly, oh so slowly, brought it up, brushing a loose curl away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Her skin prickled in the path of his touch. A fine shudder ran through her when his thumb traced the edge of her ear and down along her neck, dusting over her racing pulse.
    “I wanted…to do this earlier,” he said, his words coming out raspy.
    Before Delia could ask what he meant, he leaned forward and licked— licked —the soft skin of her neck right where her pulse beat. His startling touch, combined with the burning need she felt, elicited a long, low moan from her throat. If she’d been able to think rationally, she’d have been unable to recognize herself. He licked in a tortuous path down her neck and back up again, his lips nipping at her ear. She arched into his touch, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. He tugged her into his body, its hard planes serving to ratchet up the desire streaking through her.
    His lips made their way to hers. He suddenly paused and whispered her name. Her eyelids were heavy, but she dragged them open to find his navy gaze on her. She saw a question in his eyes, but he was quiet. The moment was heavy with need and a driving sensation she’d never experienced. All she wanted was more. Thought didn’t stand a chance against the depth of her sheer want for him.
    Garrett’s thumb coasted across the beat of her pulse, the soft strokes like flames on her skin. She could barely breathe. Every breath drew the need tighter in her core. Swiftly, he captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She opened instantly, her tongue tangling with his. His hand gripped her hip tightly and pulled her closer against his arousal, the hard heat of it pressing into her. Frantic, she flexed into him. She was hot, tight and achy, desperate to be closer, to find release. His hands moved over her roughly, one threading into her hair and