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“My lamest line ever. Had to take a shot, didn’t I? At least I got a kiss—that was worth everything.”

It wasn’t a lie.

He could still taste her. No doubt, there were more parts of her that he would give his left nut to get a taste of, too, but he couldn’t afford to focus on that right now. Life had a way of laughing at Lev whenever it could. Including right now.

“Because you did, right?” she asked, her teeth nibbling on the edge of her bottom lip as she spoke. “You wanted to.”

He grinned.

It was almost cute how she wouldn’t say it.

Or couldn’t.

“Yeah,” Lev said, his stare drifting down to the lipstick stain on her mouth and how her tongue ran along the seam of her rounded upper lip. “I was just trying to take you down—see if you’d let me fuck you. No hard feelings, though.”

Her cheeks pinked at his lack of shame and how easily he let the words slip out. Despite the heat in her color that suggested she didn’t know what to do with what he just said, she still didn’t look away from him. Not for a second. He was probably more attracted to that than anything else.

“Guess my game just wasn’t on tonight,” Lev added with a wink.

“It was. Still is.”

Her words were a breath, then. Barely there at all.

Yet, he heard every single word and felt them, too. Especially the way they thickened his throat and cock at the same fucking time in two entirely different ways. He was all too aware of the fact they were standing on a public sidewalk, but he’d be a damn liar if he tried to say that made a difference to the fact, he’d probably fuck her right there if she asked.

All he had to do was look at her. The sight of her was worth the charge he’d catch for doing it.

“It’s almost three in the morning,” she told him, “I should really just get some sleep, but my roommate probably didn’t come home. I’m not sure I’d sleep anyway after tonight and you’re already here …”

Lev flashed his teeth in a grin. “Girl, if you ask me to go into that building … you’ll be lucky if we get to your apartment before I take another taste of you. That’s just facts. I need you to know it.”

What she did to him, that was. How he didn’t seem to have any sense of control. It wasn’t that he disliked it, but it wasn’t something Lev was used to, either. It only felt fair to give her a warning.

Gigi shrugged, suddenly all unashamed and a little more brazen than before. There was something enthralling about a woman finding something she liked and then deciding she was going to take it. It just so happened to be that she would like to have him, and he was very much willing to give her what she wanted.

All nine and a half inches.

His tongue and fingers, too.

Wherever the fuck she wanted them.

“Well, try.” Gigi flashed a sexy smile that had his stomach clenching, and his rock-hard dick jerking against the constraints of his boxer-briefs and denim jeans. “I still have to live here. For a little while, anyway.”

What did that mean?

Lev didn’t care to ask because, in the next second, Gigi closed the bit of distance between them and lifted to the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips. It was nothing like the kiss back at the bar. Her intent was so much clearer with the way her tongue struck out to tease his parting lips and in how fast she pulled away.

Turning to the building, she peered back at him to ask, “Coming?”

There was only one appropriate response.

“Oh, we both will.”

• • •

Lev hadn’t lied when he said they wouldn’t make it inside Gigi’s apartment before he took another taste of her. He did, at least, try to keep his hands to himself as they climbed the three flights to the hallway where her apartment was located at the far end.

She tested his self-control the entire way by reaching back to let the tips of her fingers dance over the skin of his wrist, or his jaw … wherever she could touch. Every bat of her lashes and each teasing smile tossed over her leather-clad shoulder had him inching closer until he was pressed against her back while she fumbled through her bag to find the keys for the door.