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too much thought to running, he
captured her mouth with a hot, demanding sweep of his tongue.
    A nicer guy would deliver a soft, exploratory kiss to put
her at ease. A nicer guy would have waited until after dinner.
    But when it came to sex, Lukas wasn’t a nice guy.
    And based on Abby’s list, the last thing she needed was
polite.
    He skimmed his fingers along her back, pausing to stroke the
bare skin of her shoulder blades before continuing upward to grasp her neck. Her lips opened under his, and he tightened his hold on her waist to anchor her
in place, taking full possession.
    She melted into him before wrapping herself around him like
a snake. Her tongue tangled with his. Delicate fingers climbed up his chest to
clench the fabric of his white shirt as she rose onto tiptoes.
    She squirmed and shimmied under him until she found his
straining erection.
    And just like that she swept the rug right out from under
him.
    Moaning, he walked her backward until she hit a wall. He
kicked her legs apart and slid his hands down her body, stroking down one
thigh. In perfect sync, she hooked one leg over his hip and his fingers curled
around her knee. Her dress rose high, stretching to accommodate him as the head
of his cock nudged between her legs. Covered by only thin panties he could feel
her heat, smell her desire.
    She rocked against him.
    He thrust against her clit.
    A whimper came from deep within her throat.
    Goddamn, he wanted to devour her. How could he ever have
guessed that his sweet, innocent little neighbor was actually a powder keg
waiting to detonate?
    He needed to stop. Get back in control. Their first time
couldn’t be up against a wall before they’d even left the house.
    With considerable restraint, he released her mouth and
stepped away, his breathing ragged.
    One little kiss and she’d managed to knock him to his knees. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
    Her lids fluttered open to reveal glazed eyes. Her chest
heaved as she sucked air into her lungs. Between her bruised mouth and color
high on her cheeks, everything about her screamed ready. He gritted his teeth. Cock aching with the need to pound into her, he ran his fingers through his
hair.
    She deserved better, and he intended to give her everything
she deserved and then some. “Let’s go.”
    * * * * *
    Twenty minutes later they were seated in a private U-shaped
booth lining the back wall at Sabatino’s. Abby blew out a deep breath, still
trying to get her bearings and figure out what happened. One touch of Lukas’
mouth and it had been more exciting than sex. No other man had kissed her like
that. Ever. It had been thrilling. Like being claimed and possessed, like
everything she’d ever dreamed about but was too afraid to hope for.
    She’d loved every second of it.
    Unfortunately, the mood had turned.
    Lukas had almost looked angry when they’d left the house and
the car ride to the restaurant had been filled with tense silence. When they’d
been walked to the table in the Tuscan-decorated restaurant, he’d held her
elbow with ruthless efficiency.
    Since they’d sat down, he’d barely spoken.
    There was only one explanation.
    Throat constricting, she squeezed her hands tight in her lap
and tried her best not to be hurt. She’d known going into this he might not
want her. It had been silly to think a tight dress and makeup done at the MAC
counter would be enough to change his mind about her. Sure, she’d thought the
kiss had been great, but he was used to much more experienced women. She must
seem terribly dull in comparison.
    She had no other choice but to let him off the hook. She
couldn’t force the poor guy to have sex with her.
    The waiter came over and Lukas ordered a bottle of wine
without consulting the menu, letting her know she wasn’t the first woman he’d
taken here. She stared down at the empty white plate.
    She refused to feel sorry for herself. No, that was the old
Abby. This new Abby took her punches then climbed