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    The light staccato of rain hitting the pavement didn’t come close to drowning the beat of her heart. She watched him close the distance and convinced herself the tremble that overtook her was the cold. Definitely not him. Not with the warmth of the fingers that threaded through her wet hair, capturing her breath. He paused there, his head slanted inches from hers, giving her every chance in the world to stop him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead, her brown eyes fluttered closed under the heat of his green ones, and it was all the invitation he needed. His lips touched hers, a soft brush that left her shaky and needy. Wanting more. And he gave it. He slanted his head, and on the heels of her gasp he deepened the kiss. Slowly, passionately, he tasted her. No games. No teasing. Just an all-consuming desire that had her melting into him, electricity coursing through her like lightning while she stood, drenched, in a damned puddle.
    Dangerous was an understatement.
    The last shred of restraint she harbored thinned and snapped, and she gave in. Gave fully. Couldn’t breathe from her want of him.
    Knew. Better.
    When the kiss broke, she was left breathless. Bewildered. And it wasn’t just her. The look on his face suggested he’d been hit by the same truck.
    “This isn’t a good idea,” she managed. “We were drinking.” Rain fogged her glasses, but something else fogged her head. Something that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol she no longer felt and everything to do with the kiss she still did. Touching her fingertips to her lips didn’t erase the mark he’d left on her, and she had a feeling that no amount of standing in the rain would remedy that. She swallowed hard under his silent, lingering scrutiny and fought an ache that shouldn’t be anywhere near their corner of the rain-soaked world. “We just shouldn’t.”
    “Yeah,” he said, his voice impassive.
    Clearly they were on the same page.
    So why did she suddenly feel so alone?
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    The rain had significantly thinned the foot traffic on the sidewalk, lending to the surreal and odd romanticism of a lightly traveled New York side street. The cool water hitting the warm pavement gave birth to a mist that clouded the reflection of city lights, but nothing could dim the effect Kelsie had on Sawyer.
    Nothing.
    With the first taste of her lips, the contact light and teasing, he’d expected her to tense or remind him for the umpteenth time that they had a hands-off deal. But instead of the brush-off, he’d tasted her whimper. Felt her hesitance roll away like so many raindrops finding a course against her heated skin, and then her . Kelsie Reed, falling into him. Clutching at his nape, her back convex with the effort to get closer.
    Wrecking him.
    Like just a kiss could possibly matter.
    It was a precursor…to nothing.
    He didn’t just kiss for hours on end. He barely kissed on the mouth during sex. It was too intimate. Too much of a promise he refused to make. It never bothered him before. Had never been anything he wanted—always a means to an end. Only a means to an end. But standing there on that damned street with her, he wanted to kiss her while the rain poured and washed away the last of his resistance.
    Only he needed it now more than ever.
    She was still looking at him, eyes shining intensely from behind rain-streaked lenses. He wondered what she saw…if she still wanted him out of her life.
    He hoped like hell not.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.” And he meant the words, no matter how empty they made him feel.
    She swallowed. “It’s okay. I’m not throwing myself into your bed, so of course your drunk self is up for the challenge.”
    He took her hand and tried like hell not to notice, for the second time in as many days, the points of her nipples straining against the clingy fabric of a soaked dress. No granny bra this time around. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked. “Or