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tee and loose, but not-too-loose, faded jeans he is currently wearing. His all-over-the-place, messily styled medium brown hair is still a little wet from his shower, and I can see a few droplets of water on his neck. Lucky water droplets. I want to lick them up.
    He catches me staring and shoots me a quick look of recognition and a brief nod—so calm and cool, when I am over here stifling the urge to jump up and down, flailing my arms to get him to come over to me. I maintain my cool, though, and just keep dancing, my inner voice telling me that it would be so very lame to be “that girl” at my first party.
    An hour or so and who knows how many dances later, and my feet are killing me. I am ready to call it quits when I feel hands grab at my waist from behind. I can’t see who it is initially, but I can tell just from the smell; it isn’t as sweaty as it was earlier, but it is the same combination of cologne and man, with the new addition of body wash, that makes me give my thighs a tight squeeze.
    “I think you owe me a dance.” His warm breath on my neck makes my legs turn to Jell-O and my heart thud in my chest.
    “Owe you? For what?” My voice sounds breathy even to me.
    He spins me around so that we are face to face. “For the water, of course,” he says.
    “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. . . .” My voice trails off, and his lips quirk up into a little smile. A gorgeous little smile. Call me crazy, but the look in his eyes is one of flirtation. Reid is flirting with me. Well, color me confused!
    “It’s okay, Maddy. I’m kidding. C’mon, let’s dance a little.” His voice relaxes me a little, but my heart refuses to beat anything other than a furious tattoo against my ribs.
    The bastard is laughing at me. Well, you want to dish it out, I’ll dish it right back. I lower my lids to a sexy, sultry look, wrap my hand around his neck, and bring his ear to my lips. Without a centimeter of space between us, I murmur, “I could pay you back with more than a dance, Reid.”
    I place my hands on his chest and push back just slightly. I see his pupils dilate and hear the hitch in his breath. Score one for Maddy!
    “So you did a little digging, huh?”
    I’m pretty sure my face conveys my confusion, as my brows are furrowed. Digging? Huh?
    “My name—you just had to find out who I am, didn’t you?” He is amused and playing along.
    “Of course I dug. I needed to know who was responsible for getting me all hot and sweaty before.” I realize my error as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
    “So I got you all hot and bothered, hmm? Let’s see if I can do it again.” With that, he grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor.
    The music has slowed a little. It is no longer a techno club beat. It is smooth and rhythmic—what I would imagine sex would sound like if it were music. Not that I would know anything about that.
    He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me in close to him. I don’t know where to put my arms at first, afraid that I’ll go up in flames if I actually touch him, so I bring them up in the air above my head.
    Wrong move. He raises his arms, too, and caresses them down over mine, lightly grazing my skin with his callused fingertips, causing goosebumps to pimple my flesh. My nipples harden instantly and almost painfully. I try to squeeze my legs together to keep myself from convulsing on the spot.
    When his hands reach mine, he laces our fingers together and brings my arms around his back so that I can go exploring over the hard planes and ridges of his muscled and sculpted back. Damn T-shirt for getting in the way. I want to touch his skin, but somehow ripping off his shirt in the middle of his living room just doesn’t seem appropriate. Hell, nothing that I want to do seems appropriate.
    He must see the look in my eyes because he chuckles lightly; the rumbles from his equally ridged and sculpted chest move through my body in waves and pulses. Our bodies move together