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without alcohol or talking to her, he made her feel like peeling the clothes from his luscious body and licking every inch of his skin.
        Before the bartender could pour her drink, she put her hand over the glass and shook her head, “No more for me, thanks.”
        Frankie nudged her shoulder as Vanessa flirted with the man, managing to finagle free drinks out of the deal and probably a phone number. Melanie forced herself to keep her gaze on the many bottles of liquor on the back wall or the other customers instead of searching for the golden, lust-inducing angel. It shouldn’t have been too hard: Skin had been their favorite bar to hang out at ever since it opened and there was so much to observe. And yet, she desperately wanted to turn around.
        A wall of heat slammed into her as a man pressed his chest against her, sending fireworks dancing along her spine. And she had thought sparks were a myth. With his lips next to her ear, he purred, “Dance with me.”
        Without even needing to turn around she knew that it was him; she was going to meet the blond Adonis and his voice was pure decadence, low and velvety.
        Excited, nervous, with her lips curling slightly in an inviting smile and her heart racing, she turned around and she nearly fainted. Reminding herself to breathe, she looked up. And up. Goodness, he was tall, probably six three, six four. At any rate, he was much taller than her own five five. Even in her modest heels, the top of her head only reached his chin. Instead of feeling intimidated, she felt… protected. Safe.
        As he held out his hand, the long, elegant fingers extending towards her in invitation, she discovered that she had lost the ability to speak coherently and could only nod
        Taking his hand, she walked with him to the dance floor, coming to a stop at the same time. The world shifted on its access as he put his arms around her waist and she rested her hands on his shoulders. His muscles shifted beneath her fingers as he adjusted his hold on her, as he brought her body flush against his. Her lips parted and a breath of air rushed past her lips as she felt the latent strength and power of his hard body. Not only had she lost the power of speech, she pretty much forgot her own name.
        She focused intently on his face. The sharp line of his jaw, the hollowed curves of his cheeks, the straight nose, the broad forehead and slashes of gold eyebrows; all of it blatantly proclaimed the virility of this man. And with her hands on his shoulders, she knew he was solidly built, muscled without the bulk. Once again she had the thought that nakedness seemed to be this man’s natural state; or rather, it seemed a sin to cloak the hard, masculine body in clothes.
        His broad palm slid up her side and her back arched in pleasure; she had to force her eyes to remain open as he brushed his thumb over her lower lip. His eyes darkened as her lip clung to his skin for a moment, wanting to prolong the contact. “You’re even more beautiful up close than from across the room.”
        “Thank you,” she managed, barely, touching the tip of her tongue to his thumb, tasting the salty texture of his warm skin. Her eyes slid close at the pleasure of it and she heard the sharp intake of his breath. When she opened her eyes, his carved lips were curved in an almost smile and a dimple played peek-a-boo on his left cheek, almost there but not quite. If he smiled fully, it would appear….   
        After a few moments of sexually charged silence, each taking the other’s measure, she cleared her throat and finally found her tongue. “I saw you when you came in; it terrified me.”
        He chuckled softly at her admission and she was momentarily stunned by the sheer, masculine beauty of his full smile. There was a dimple. Pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, he continued to smile down at her. She could feel the hard planes of his chest