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tongue slid between her lips, licked lazily.
    There was nothing leisurely or casual about her body’s response.
    Each flick and flutter of his tongue shot flame-tipped arrows of heat and hunger spearing toward her center. Every careful and unhurried pass of his hands made her blood pulse and pound.
    She moved against him, and both the tempo and intensity of the kiss changed.
    He drew her closer, his arms wrapped around her tighter, he kissed her deeper.
    Erin felt her own arms glide up his chest, her hands sliding over impressive pecs and broad, hard shoulders to link behind his neck. He was so big, so strong, so wholly and undeniably male.
    And her response was completely and helplessly female.
    She shuddered and melted against him.
    Corey groaned into her mouth and delved deeper.
    Yeah, she’d been kissed before. But never like this. Inher experience, most men approached kissing as nothing more than a brief prelude to the main event, but not Corey Traub. His kisses were worthy of top billing. He kissed her as if she was the object of all desire and the source of all pleasure, and as if he never wanted to stop.
    And Erin never wanted him to stop.
    But just when Erin was about to throw all common sense and caution to the wind and drag Corey inside with her, he eased away.
    â€œI think I should say good-night now, before I forget that my mama raised me to be a gentleman,” he said.
    She should have been grateful he’d backed off. She didn’t know him nearly well enough to even kiss him the way she’d kissed him, never mind indulge in any of the other erotic fantasies her mind had conjured up while he’d been seducing her with his skillfully creative mouth and his dangerously talented hands.
    He bent to scoop up the keys she’d dropped and put them in her hand, curling her fingers around them.
    His other hand lifted to her face, his fingertips skimming lightly over the swollen curve of her bottom lip.
    The gentle touch set off bursts of erotic tingles that warned her to put some distance between them before she urged him to forget his mother’s teachings.
    â€œGood night,” she said softly.
    He stepped back, and Erin fumbled with the keys in her hand for a moment before she found the right one for the door. She fumbled some more fitting it into the lock, but then the bolt released with a click.
    Corey didn’t say anything else, but he waited on the step until she’d slipped inside and locked the door again, then he turned away.
    Erin watched from the window as he walked back to his car and reminded herself that she’d done the right thing,the smart thing, in letting him go. There was too much uncertainty in her life to consider any kind of personal involvement right now.
    But that knowledge didn’t stop her from wishing otherwise.

Chapter Three
    I t was a kiss, Corey reminded himself—for the umpteenth time—as he got dressed the next morning.
    Yeah, it had been pretty spectacular as far as kisses go, but it was still just a kiss. Certainly there wasn’t any reason for him to have lain awake into the wee hours of the morning thinking about that kiss—and the woman he’d shared it with.
    But the truth was, even before they’d shared that one scorching kiss, he’d been haunted by thoughts of Erin Castro.
    Thoughts of wanting to kiss Erin Castro.
    He shook his head as he tugged on his jeans.
    He didn’t know what it was about the woman that had gotten under his skin. Sure, she was attractive in a classic blue-eyed, blond-haired, porcelain-skinned, soft curves sort of way.
    Okay, more than attractive. He hadn’t been giving her aline when they were dancing and he’d told her she was the most beautiful woman at the wedding because from the first moment he’d set eyes on her, he hadn’t seen anyone else.
    And now that he had kissed her, now that he’d tasted the sweet seductive flavor that was hers alone, he worried that