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He lifted another hand and brushed back a tendril of her hair. “I want to be your good guy. I want things you can’t imagine.”
“I know you do,” she whispered, longing rising within her. How did he always manage to do this? “I thought you were the right guy that night, but everything went so wrong. How could it have gone so wrong, Graham?”
Her words brought him to her. It was as if he could see she hadn’t fully closed the door to him. She wanted him. She couldn’t keep him out.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Graham maneuvered them both even farther into the shadows. The touch of his body brushing against hers ignited a torrent of desire. She couldn’t resist him. She didn’t even want to stop him.
Maybe just a little taste.
Couldn’t hurt to have one secret moment on the balcony, maybe then she could let him go. Maybe one kiss would be enough, maybe it would be average and not at all as special as she remembered.
She lifted her face to him… and then his mouth was on hers, hungry, almost punishing.
But she didn’t care. She welcomed the nip of his teeth, the tightness of his grip, the tug of her hair as he tipped her head back so he could deepen the kiss. Like a pirate in tales of old framed against the moon on the water, Graham plundered and she surrendered.
There was no other recourse.
“Tess,” he groaned against her mouth, his hands sliding down to her ass, bringing her hard against his body, against his erection. Like a match dropped onto lighter fluid, lust exploded in her. Nothing average about this kiss.
“I need you, Tess. I want to—” He kissed her again… and again. “My god. You’re so good…so, so good.”
Tess anchored his head with her hands as the world fell away. There was only Graham—his hard body and hot mouth moving her to a place where nothing else mattered but a man, a woman and a deep pulsating need.
“Just one,” she whispered as his head dropped and his lips moved against the pulse beating strong in her neck. She dropped her head back, brushing the weathered paint behind her, giving him what he wanted. Threading her hands in his hair, she held him to her, thrilling as his hands wandered over the backs of her thighs, rising to cup her bottom beneath the short skirt.
“Come with me,” he breathed against the valley between her breasts as his fingers brushed the dampening heat gathered between her legs. One finger slid along the soft lace of her panties, drawing a half sigh, half groan. “Just one more time so I can remember forever.”
His words did more than even his magic fingers and his hot mouth on her skin. She wanted that, too.
“Your car here?” she panted, lifting her leg to give him room. Her body was a slave to him. She could no more stop herself than a moth could ignore a flame.
And then his mouth was back on hers, nearly frantic as he murmured, “Yes, somewhere.”
Stepping back, he looked down at her, his breathing ragged, something so intense in his eyes. Tess had never seen anything so compelling. He stood in that buttoned-up suit, looking as if he might lose control. In that moment, she was certain nothing could keep him from her—she’d do anything for him. Rob a bank. Run away to Vegas. Have his babies. Whatever he wanted. Because there was nothing between them but an uncontrollable need she had to quench one more time.
They could have tonight.
Then she’d let him go.
He reached in his pocket for his keys, withdrawing them, looking around for an exit even as his other hand slid over her back and bottom.
Tess felt drugged and knew at that moment what an addict felt. She was hooked on Graham.
And that’s when Tess heard Nick.
“Tess is out here somewhere. I saw her slip out when I went to the bar,” Nick was saying to someone.
“I haven’t seen her in forever,” came the responding trill, which sounded really flirty and really drunk. “But if we don’t find her, we can always find something else to do.”
Nick laughed and then there was a girly squeal.
“Oh, you bad boy. I love it.” She giggled.
The effect was like cold water down her back.
Good Lord. What was she doing? How easily she’d tossed all her convictions for one more time in Graham’s arms.
Who had she become that she’d consider running out on her date? She’d come with Nick, and though he was a jerk, she still owed him some semblance of decency. She couldn’t sneak off with another man, no matter how damn good Graham looked standing slightly rumpled, his silvery blue eyes moving over her with a hot hunger. It was, well, wrong. Even if it looked like Nick would rebound just fine with his new friend.
