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as
much as I can.”
    “Sometimes, things are
better left unplanned.” He set his glass on the counter.
    Glass clinked against
granite as she set her glass next to his. A rush of nerves tightened her
stomach. She was pretty rusty at the whole first-kiss thing. She leaned against
the countertop, hands resting on either side, watching him. Her pulse
quickened. She recognized the intent in his movements. “Like
what?”
    Large hands cupped her
shoulders. His biceps bunched as he drew her closer. “I’ve
been thinking about doing this for days.”
    She tilted her head back
to keep her gaze locked with his. Her hands abandoned the cool granite and
trailed up his chest. “Me too.”
    The corners of his eyes
crinkled with his smile. “When the moment’s right, you just have to
go for it.”
    Strong hands slipped up
her neck and into her hair. He angled her face and came closer, dark eyes
locked with hers. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed. She strained
toward him, like a magnet seeing its mate. Warm breath feathered over her face,
and then firm lips closed over hers. Fisting his shirt collar, she parted her
lips, teasing his tongue with hers. She tasted wine and his own flavor, darker
and more potent. He groaned and drove the kiss deeper. One hand roamed her
back, blunt fingers flexing on her spine. He pressed her into the counter.
    Their joined lips covered
her cry when the counter ’s edge dug into her back. She twisted
away and into six-plus feet of hard male.
    He murmured his approval
and lifted his head. “You okay?”
    “The counter.”
    “Sorry.” Keeping her in
his hold, he spun her in a slow dance to the middle of the room. His hand
drifted to where hers massaged the sore spot. “Let me.”
    Chocolate-brown eyes
gazed into hers and a slow smile lifted his lips. His fingers stroked in a
circle and soothed the pain. The last time she ’d been wrapped in
a man’s arms, she’d been naive to his motives. The last time she’d been with a
man, he hadn’t been as tall or as strong, or as caring as the man holding her
now. Everything about Dom was different. Bigger. Better.
    Champ banged into their
legs. She glanced down at him and rubbed his head. “Someone
wants attention.”
    “He has the worst
timing.” But Dom smiled when he spoke. He laced his fingers with hers and drew
her into the living room. “Have a seat. I’ll get the wine.”
    She chose the middle
couch cushion, and Champ promptly climbed up beside her and rested his head in
her lap. “Don’t worry.” She patted his back. “You’re not being
left out.” She’d always been comfortable around animals. They’d been less
intimidating than the people and culture she’d been thrust into as a kid.
    When Dom returned, he
laughed. “He’s made himself at home. Champ, down. Not everyone
wants to be a pillow for you.”
    “No, he’s fine.” She
smiled and rubbed the dog’s head. “What a good boy.”
    Dom placed the wine
glasses on the coffee table. Dark denim rubbed against her knee as he sat next
to her. He draped his arm over the top of the cushions behind her and her
nerves skittered when his fingers played with her dress strap, stroking the
material against her skin. “He can always tell when I have a
road trip coming up. He sticks closer to me than usual.”
    “Then I’m really glad we
came back here so you can spend as much time with him as possible before you
go.” Leaning into him felt so natural. His lips grazed her temple and then her
cheek. She turned her head, her mouth seeking his.
    He brought his far arm
around and rested his hand on her knee. The hand on her shoulder slipped up to
cup her neck. She lifted her hand to his cheek, scraping over stubble, then
into his hair, holding him close as her mouth took what it needed. He groaned
and his thumb stroked the inside of her knee, stoking the fire in her body.
Hungry lips sucked and nibbled, teasing and taunting her to demand more. She
twisted toward him. Her hands