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    I feel bad for making him flustered. Kind of. “Look, I get it. Declan told you to keep an eye on me while they’re gone, but it’s okay. I’m just gonna go home, so. . .at ease, soldier.” I half-heartedly salute him before trying to step aside.
    He puts a hand on the wall, caging me in with his arm. My gaze automatically flits along the toned muscle in front of my face, and I scowl. 
    Not because he’s blocking my path, but because I like the way he fills out the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel shirt. 
    Damn it, now I’m the one imagining him half-naked.
    “First of all, Declan told me to stay the hell away from you. And second of all, I don’t take orders from Captain Fuckwad.”
    “Declan told you to stay away from me? Why?”
    He looks at me like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because he knows you’re way too good for someone like me.” Removing his arm from the wall, he scratches his chin with his thumb. “I could stand here and hit on you until I’m blue in the face, but the truth is, I think you’re fucking beautiful. And I don’t know how a jackass like me can make someone like you blush, but I love that I do. It’s by far the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. All I can think about is finding out how far it spreads, but I doubt you’ll give me the honor. And you shouldn’t,” he adds quickly. “I definitely don’t deserve it.” He sticks his hands in his pockets, giving me a hopelessly awkward, self-deprecating smile that makes my knees go weak. “But I also can’t say it won’t be the biggest regret of my life.”
    My mouth flops open at his directness, while my stomach flips. There’s no misunderstanding such a bold statement, and my reaction only makes his smile widen.
    The way he’s looking at me right now—like I’m some kind of delicious treat—makes me feel desirable for the first time in my life. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and when you factor in the actual alcohol buzzing through me, it’s making me feel. . .bold.
    I’m tempted to throw caution to the wind and go back to this stranger’s house, where he’ll no doubt show me a night I’ll never forget, but I’ve never done anything like that.
    Let me rephrase that: I’ve never done anyone like that. All the guys I’ve been with—all two of them—were very straight-laced and safe. This gorgeous mystery man has a reckless charm that oozes sex appeal. He’s way out of my missionary-in-the-dark league.
    At heart, I’m a good girl. I don’t sleep around. I get good grades. I don’t do drugs or smoke, and I don’t get drunk very often. Aside from my tendency to cuss like a sailor and the fact that I’m more sexually frustrated than a fifteen-year-old boy, I’m basically Sandra fucking Dee.
    Waitressing these elite parties in a skimpy dress is the most rebellious thing I’ve ever done, and that’s just. . .sad. I’m twenty-one and I’ve never sowed a single wild oat. I’ve never done anything stupid or reckless or fun.
    I’ve never lived .
    The realization has me closing the distance between us, until my lips brush his and he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. Melting into him, I’m robbed of breath and logic all at once. I don’t have the brain cells necessary to think of all the reasons why this isn’t a good idea when he’s kissing me with this much skill and precision. All I can do is stand here and appreciate the softness of his lips, the boldness of his tongue, and the playfulness of his teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
    It’s not the sloppy, rushed kiss of the inexperienced guys I’ve dated. It’s controlled and invasive, and unapologetically so. With just his mouth, he’s showing me how he’ll fuck me.
    And I don’t even know his name yet.

Breathless, I pull back, feeling drunk on him. “Oh, wow.” My fingers touch my lips. I can still feel him there, like an echo on my skin.
    A chaotic, fluttery feeling settles deep in my belly, sinking down into