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“You’re fascinating and gorgeous and compassionate. Yeah, I’m gonna feel a jolt when I kiss you. I like it.”
    “I wasn’t complaining,” I told him, his words bringing a smile to my face. “I’ve just never felt my insides flip so dramatically. Made my toes curl too.”
    “Aw, I can do better than that.” He bent his head to mine again and kissed me. A full-on, openmouthed, tongue-tangling kiss that sent every fiber of my being haywire.
    His arms circled my waist and he pulled me to him, our bodies instantly melding together. His kiss was nothing short of mind-blowing. Searing. Powerful. Passionate. I clutched one of his massive biceps to hold myself steady, not that I was going anywhere in his tight embrace. My other hand plowed through his silky hair, twisting in the long strands.
    He kissed me as though we’d both been waiting our whole lives for this moment. I realized I had been. No man had ever captured my interest so quickly or sent my heart soaring and my soul rejoicing. He held me against his hard, hunky body in a possessive way that was thrilling and as arousing as everything else he did to me—as arousing as everything about him.
    He deepened our kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. My stomach flipped again and my pussy ached for him as a rapacious need tore through my body. An almost animalistic nature replaced my usually sensible one. I had the sudden desire to strip his clothes from him and touch and taste his hot flesh. My fingertips burned to press into his rigid muscles as he drove into me, hard and fast.
    Oh yeah, my emotions were way out of control…as was my physical response to him.
    The fiery sensations obviously burned within him too, because he broke our kiss and muttered, “Getting hot in here, isn’t it?”
    He reached for the zipper on my sweater and whisked it down its track. I had no desire to relinquish my hold on him, but wanted out of the heavy garment. I yanked it off and tossed it toward the sofa. Then I gripped fistfuls of T-shirt at his waist and pulled, lifting the shirt up. Ky grabbed the material at the back of his neck and hauled the tee over his head. It went the way of my sweater.
    As he stood bare-chested before me, I fought to make my ragged breathing slow, but it only came in heavier pulls as I stared at him. To say he had a killer body would not do the man justice. His biceps bulged with rock-hard muscles and his forearms were equally strong. Above his collarbone, his traps had just the right definition to them, with an enticing display of pecs below. Small, pebbled nipples called to me and I couldn’t resist the urge to scrape a manicured fingernail over one, which made his body jerk as he groaned.
    The pads of my fingers trailed down his remarkably sculpted abs, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. I reached for the top button of his fly and toyed with the metal disc.
    He said, in a somewhat strained voice, “Know what you’re doing, sweetheart?”
    “I know what I’m doing,” I assured him. “The more accurate question is, do I know what I’m getting myself into?”
    His sexy grin twisted my insides in knots and did incredibly crazy things between my legs. My clit tingled and my inner thighs quivered.
    “You don’t have to get yourself into anything you’re not sure of, darlin’. I’d be content stretching out on the couch and kissing you all night long. I’ll keep my clothes on. Or I can walk you back to the hotel.”
    I suspected the latter would be the safest approach, but it wasn’t at all what I wanted. Though a one-night stand with a sinfully delicious man like Ky was most definitely not the norm for me—one-night stands in general weren’t—I couldn’t muster the decency to walk away. And while his first offer was appealing, I knew deep in my heart I wanted more.
    Innate, electrifying connections such as this didn’t grow on trees, that was for damn sure.
    “I’m not ready to leave just yet, if that’s okay with