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how to take his time and make a woman long for more. Because when he opened his lips and deepened the kiss, she forgot all about this being a first date and looped her arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
    He was a good four or five inches taller than she was, and when his arm came around her, he pulled her up so that she was on her toes. His tongue swept in to taste hers. His tasted of rich coffee and man and dark desire. It exploded between them, and before she could sort out any kind of rational thought, he’d lifted her off her feet and cupped her buttocks as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. A half a dozen steps and her back touched something cold and hard—the concrete of the buttress.
    This was crazy. Insane. But there was no denying that the chemistry she’d sensed earlier was definitely there between them. His hips pressed against hers and she felt a carnal longing so intense it took her breath away. “Mmm,” she murmured into his mouth, and when he slid his wide hand over the pebbled tip of her breast, the sound was replaced by a gasp of pleasure.
    Brett let her down slowly, put his forehead against hers and shifted slightly, putting a little space between them. He was breathing hard and she matched him breath for breath.
    â€œHoly shit,” he said, inhaling deeply. “Holy shit.”
    Melly’s voice was shaky. “Well. There was nothing awkward about that.”
    â€œMaybe we should have broken the ice that way. Saved ourselves a lot of time.” She felt his face shift slightly as he smiled.
    â€œIt would have caused quite a scene on Main Street,” she reminded him, her back still against the concrete, her body still humming from the stunning assault on her senses.
    Brett stood back, and she knew she flushed again when he adjusted his jeans. “I didn’t intend for all that to happen,” he said, apology in his voice. “I thought I’d kiss you. Without an audience. See if there was any chemistry.”
    â€œTest the waters.”
    â€œYeah. I didn’t expect to… Well, I don’t think chemistry is a problem.” He let out a low, sexy chuckle.
    Melly gathered up all the confidence she could muster. “I’m not sorry you did,” she said plainly. “Bit sorry you stopped though.”
    His eyes held hers for a few moments, as if he was asking her to clarify what she’d meant. Would she have gone further? Would she have slept with him on a first date? Not here, not under a bridge like a horny teenager. But she wasn’t sure she’d have stopped him from going further either. And if he asked her to follow him to a hotel right now, she’d be tempted. Mighty tempted. If the heat of that kiss was any indication, sex with Brett was guaranteed to be hot.
    The problem with hot was that it was far too easy to get singed.
    â€œI should probably walk you back to your car,” he suggested, and she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Maybe he didn’t want it to go further. Or maybe he was simply being a gentleman. What a novel idea.
    â€œOkay,” she answered dully.
    â€œMel…” He reached for her hand. “It’s the first date. I don’t want to rush things, that’s all.”
    She felt a sliver of relief, knowing that he simply didn’t want to move too fast. Back in the spring sunlight, they reverted to polite chat about Gibson, her job, the ranch. Nothing flirty, nothing suggestive. But Melly’s lips still hummed from his kiss, and the little knot of tension low in her belly refused to go away.
    Before long, she was pointing at which car was hers and their steps were slowing on the sidewalk.
    â€œWell, here we are,” she said lamely. She pasted on a smile and looked up at him, feeling increasingly awkward. Boy, it was hard getting back into the dating game again. Other than the few minutes when her hormones had taken over, she’d