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how to do a lot of the things I want either.”
    One corner of his mouth kicked up, and then the other. For the first time, he smiled at her, he really smiled, and she felt another liquid rush between her legs.
    Oh, God, this was bad. Just his smile made her want him more.
    But the thought fled as his mouth settled once again against hers. Kissing. More kissing. A dozen kissesthat were everything from the swipe of his tongue against her bottom lip to its dominating penetration of her mouth. She was trembling all over, as if she was cold, but she was hot, hot, hot.
    He moved away from her again and she chased him, biting down on his bottom lip to keep him close. He grunted in surprise, then nipped her back, and she jerked her head away.
    Scared by the excitement she felt at the tiny sting.
    They stared at each other, both breathing hard. Her tongue reached out to test the throbbing place, and his eyes focused on it as his hand reached for the top of her jeans. She jolted as his knuckles brushed her bare belly, and it was only then she realized he’d unbuttoned her shirt and that her camisole had ridden up to half reveal her abdomen.
    She watched his long fingers make quick work of the snap and zipper, then he was drawing the dark material down and off her feet. His jean-clad hips refused to let her bare thighs come back together, and he stared down at her pale blue satiny pan ties. His forefinger traced the triangle of fabric, running first along her quivering stomach and then down the crease of each leg. By instinct, her thighs tried clamping closed, but instead of each other they found soft denim—just more wonderful friction against her sensitive skin.
    He put his hot palms on the top of her legs, his thumbs wrapping inside so he could open her wider. He smiled, then looked up, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “You’re already wet. Nice.”
    Oh, God. He could tell? He could see? Modesty made her want to curl up like a shell, but then he slidhis right thumb up the inside of her thigh so he could stroke the heated furrow of her sex.
    Hannah’s head fell back at the firm, knowing touch. She went woozy again, desire doing its job and allowing her to think of nothing else.
    She’d worry about modesty tomorrow.
    He didn’t appear as if he would worry about it at any time, not the way he played with her there, investigating all the contours, all the bumps and curves, yet still over the pan ties that were getting damper by the second.
    “Finn,” she moaned. “ Finn.”
    She knew she was drunk now for certain, because she thought she heard him mutter under his breath, “What was I thinking? Do I want her calling his name when she comes?” even as he dragged her up from the couch.
    She stumbled as he tugged her toward what she assumed was the bedroom. He slid his hard arm around her waist, and even that small contact made her buttocks contract and the skin over her spine shiver in anticipation.
    He was moving fast, and her head was making those woozy spins again, so many of them that she was happy when he guided her to a stop beside the bed. It was unmade, and he yanked the rumpled covers back before she dropped to the mattress.
    Sitting next to her, he kissed her again as he brushed her shirt off her shoulders. The action unbalanced her, and she reached out a hand to steady herself.
    He froze. Groaned.
    She’d steadied herself on his…his…Shesqueezed it beneath the soft denim, just to be sure she’d made the correct identification.
    He groaned again. “That’s it,” he said, pushing against her shoulders so she fell to her back on the sheets. For a moment she stared at the ceiling fan that appeared to be moving in weirdly elliptical circles.
    So was the bed, for that matter.
    In the distance she heard him curse.
    Then his hard body was on top of hers and he cradled her head in his hands.
    “You’re so gorgeous,” she said, blurting out the foremost thought in her head. “This must be my lucky day.”
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