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Shakespeare in a bar, obviously.”
    He laughed, and the sound spread through my skin, loosening some of my nerves.
    “You’re cute,” he said.
    I rolled my eyes. “Yes . . . ridiculously so, as we established earlier”
    “Would you feel better if I called you ridiculously sexy?”
    Just like that, the ease I’d felt earlier disappeared, and my breaths came too shallow. I had no answer. What could I possibly say to that?
    “What’s that look for?” He asked.
    I had no idea which of my multitude of emotions had shown on my face, so I shrugged.
    “You act like no one’s ever called you sexy before.” That would be because they hadn’t. “Which I know can’t be true, not when you look the way you looked tonight. I could barely keep my hands off you, and we’ve only just met. I’d be embarrassed if I hadn’t enjoyed it so much.”
    This was it. I may not have had sex, but I knew enough to know when a guy was putting the moves on me. And remarkably, I didn’t even care. All I cared about was the fact that he was sitting so close to me, and was driving me crazy. His hand was still leisurely stroking my ankle, and if he didn’t kiss me again soon I was going to combust. “Look at me, I can’t even keep my hands off you now.”
    I swallowed, but my mouth suddenly felt like I’d swallowed a sandbox.
    He pulled himself up on his knees, and his hand trailed from my ankle up the outside of my uninjured calf. His hips were a few inches away from my knees as I sat there dumbfounded on the toilet.
    “Tell me I’m not crazy,” He said.
    I couldn’t do that. I was nowhere near sane enough at the moment to advise anyone else on rational behavior.
    “Tell me I can kiss you.”
    That . . . that I could do.
    “You can kiss—“
    I didn’t even finish the sentence before his lips were on mine, and my burn was forgotten completely.

 
    C HAPTER F IVE
    T HE KISS ENDED too soon.
    An embarrassing groan of disappointment left my mouth, but it couldn’t be helped. Luckily, Garrick wasn’t done. He stood, and pulled me up by my elbows. He drew me in until our bodies fit together in a way that hadn’t been possible when I was seated.
    “That’s better,” He said.
    I didn’t bother agreeing. I just lifted up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
    Compared to our earlier kiss, this one was slow, exploratory, and like kindling on a fire. One of his hands curled around my neck, his thumb pressing gently into my collarbone. The other danced from my hair to my shoulder to my hip, and then back.
    For once in my life, I concentrated simply on the feel of a guy against me, the brush of his tongue against mine, the pinpricks of heat where his fingers pressed into my skin. I didn’t think about anything—not about my breath, or whether my hands were in the right place, or what he was expecting. I lost myself in him.
    My hands rested at his hips, and I wanted to do some exploring of my own. I pulled my hands in until they rested on his stomach between us. At my movement, his lips pressed a little bit harder against mine. His tongue pushed a little bit deeper. I slid both hands up, feeling the hard curves of his body beneath the fabric of his shirt. When my exploration reached his chest, his hand tugged my hip forward, so that my stomach was pressed against him.
    I could feel the way he wanted me, and a trickle of anxiety started at my spine. Then his kiss turned harder and faster, and I raced to follow his lead, ignoring my nerves.
    I left one hand on his chest, and wrapped the other around his neck, and pulled myself up farther on my tiptoes, so that my hips lined up with his.
    Garrick broke the kiss, and exhaled shakily against my lips. The brilliant blue I’d seen in his eyes earlier was overtaken almost completely by his black pupils. He placed a hand on my jaw; his thumb pulled at my bottom lip. For several long seconds, he just studied me.
    “You are ridiculously sexy, you know.”
    I lowered my heels to the floor, my