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that—or needed more than that—and he was damn happy to oblige. She tasted like champagne and mint, and sliding his tongue inside the heat of her mouth had tightened his balls into a painful knot.
    She was as ramped up as he was, her mouth moving under his, her body one ball of energy as she reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt. His heart pounded against his chest. He wondered if she could feel it, if she’d laugh that he was so caught up in this. It wasn’t like this was a first for him. Women threw themselves at him. He should be kind of jaded about the whole thing. But she was so different from the other women he’d been with. Fresh and exciting and ... normal.
    She lifted her lips from his. “Your heart is racing.” She laid her palm flat against his chest. “I thought it was just me who was supposed to be excited about this.”
    He arched a brow. “You think I’m not affected by you kissing me?”
    She shrugged. “Women probably kiss you every day.”
    He laughed, then pulled her onto the sofa with him. “Not every day. And you aren’t just any woman.”
    She slid her legs over his lap. “Oh, right. I’m special.”
    “You are.”
    “Really. In what way?”
    “You’re not famous.”
    She tilted her head back and laughed, then hitched her dress up, revealing her thighs as she straddled him. Just as he imagined, she had killer thighs.
    “Gee, you sure know how to compliment a woman.”
    She wound her arms around his neck and leaned in, her breasts brushing his chest.
    He’d really wanted to spend more time talking to her, to show her that he wasn’t primarily interested in getting in her panties.
    But with her body full-on against his, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo—something sweet that made him want to lick her skin, and he figured, screw it. He really did want to get in her panties. He swept his hand down her back, mapping his way through a mix of skin and the sparkly dress. He tucked his hand inside, definitely preferring the skin part.
    Tara moaned and got closer, as if she wanted to crawl inside him.
    Oh, yeah. This was the warm-up. He was ready to get in the game now. He reached up and started pulling pins from her hair. She tilted her head back and lifted her lips.
    “Determined to destroy my Cinderella image, aren’t you?”
    He dragged a pin from a golden strand and let it fall to the floor, then dove into the softness of her hair for another. “You get any more beautiful and I might drop dead.”
    She arched her brows. “You’re very good at that.”
    “My sister liked having her hair put up.”
    “No, not that. The lines.”
    He shook his head. “No line. Promise. You’re gorgeous.”
    She looked like she didn’t believe him. Obviously no one had told her lately how stunning she really was. A damn shame, since the naked honesty in her eyes could make a man do anything she wanted. He pulled the last pin out of her hair and shook it loose, letting it tumble across her neck and cheeks.
    “Amazing. Soft.” He inhaled. “Peaches.”
    She giggled, and the sound vibrated against his chest.
    “I don’t know any women who smell like peaches.”
    “The shampoo was on sale at Walmart.”
    Yeah, he could seriously like this woman.
     
     
    TARA DRAGGED IN BREATHS AND LET THEM OUT IN rapid succession. Hyperventilating and passing out would be the most embarrassing thing she could do right now, but Mick’s face was buried in her neck, and it was a serious erogenous zone. If he licked her there, she’d rob a bank for him.
    When she felt his tongue glide across her throat, she quivered all over. Mick tightened his hold on her, and then the bastard did it again. Goose bumps popped out along her flesh, desire roaring to an inferno inside her. Her nipples beaded, aching for his mouth to do to them what it was doing to her neck right now. She could already imagine him sweeping his tongue across her nipples while she watched. She’d lift her dress and slide her hand inside her