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half step forward. I should have put a stop to things right then and there but that was easier said than done.
    My senses were overwhelmed. I felt the heat emanating from his body. Smelled the familiar scent of his cologne. Looked up into those hooded blue eyes. Everything came together, making my knees threaten to buckle under me.
    When I felt his fingers splay at the small of my back, an urgent shiver danced along my spine. My stomach filled with warmth until it knotted with need.
    Liam lifted his free hand and cupped my cheek. His palm was slightly callused, amplifying the sensation. I was drowning in a pool of desire. What few brain cells were still working insistedI put an end to this, but they were easily shouted down by the pure sensuality I read in his eyes.
    What would it hurt? My brain reasoned. We were two healthy, consenting adults. Hooking up was perfectly normal.
    His hand slipped lower, gently moving my hair away so his hand rested against my neck.
    “Your pulse is racing,” he said, his voice deeper and sexy as hell.
    “That tends to happen when a man is about to kiss me.”
    He cocked his head to one side. “Ask me.”
    “Ask you what?”
    “To kiss you.”
    “I’m standing here, aren’t I?”
    “Not the same thing.” His fingers began making maddening circles as just the tips slipped beneath my dress, toying with the hollow just above my collarbone.
    My whole body tensed with anticipation. “Kiss me.”
    There’s a kiss, and then there’s a kiss . Liam’s lips brushed mine as he pulled me hard against him. I felt the hardness of thighs, his rippled muscles, and the broadness of his chest. Like a person about to fall off a ten-story building, I reached up and looped my arms around his neck.
    As if acting of their own volition, my fingers couldn’t resist raking through his thick, black hair. Liam deepened the kiss, urging my lips apart and teasing them with his tongue. I was a pliant and willing participant. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel him. Skin against skin.
    Lost in the magic of his mouth on mine, I slid my hands over his shoulders and began working on the top button of hisshirt. My hands were shaking, making it difficult to complete the rudimentary task. Finally, I managed to get it done and wasted no time slipping my fingers inside to feel the soft mat of hair. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest, and the knowledge that he was as turned on as I was made me feel powerful. And bold.
    I quickly undid the other buttons and ran my hands all over his torso and back. Liam groaned against my lips as his fingers found my zipper.
    Achingly slowly, he pulled the tab. I felt cool air against my overheated skin. My dress slid to the floor.
    Liam lifted his mouth from mine and began trailing hot kisses over my neck and down to where lace met skin. He slipped a finger beneath my bra strap, and I saw flashes of light swaying on the wall.
    It took my sex-starved brain a few seconds to realize I wasn’t seeing flashes of ecstasy but rather the reflection of a flashlight’s beam from the beach.
    Leaping back, I snagged my heel in my dress and nearly tumbled to the ground. Liam steadied me, and his gaze lingered on my nearly naked breasts before glancing over my shoulder.
    “There’s someone out there,” I said as I grabbed the fabric from around my ankles and did my best to cover myself. Panic quickly drained the passion from my system.
    Liam moved over to the glass door and slid it open. I could hear teenage voices and lots of hoots and laughter. Oh God! It had to be the kid from two doors down. He was sixteen or seventeen, with a trust fund and apparently a thing for peeping in my window.
    Liam yelled at him and his friends, and as I tried to rezip my dress, the beam of the flashlight moved off.
    By the time he turned back to me, I was pseudo-dressed and, judging from the heat I felt on my face, blushing like a schoolgirl.
    Our eyes met briefly. Liam said, “Guess