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gingerly sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, then venturing further inside.  He felt her hands touch his chest and, at first, he thought she was going to push him away, but instead she slid them up to his neck.  That’s when the confidence returned, and he wrapped his hands back around her waist where they’d been during the dance earlier.
    God, she tasted good and she moved the fingers of one hand up through his hair.  He loved that.  But…if he focused too much on how good it felt, how good she tasted, he was going to freak her out.  He needed to chill.
    So he ended the kiss and opened his eyes.  She took a few seconds to open hers.  Damn…that was a great sign.  She’d enjoyed it too.  So maybe it was even better to end it now, leave her wanting more.  Then maybe she’d ask him for an encore later.  That was the plan anyway.
    A shy smile crossed her face.  He said, “Guess I better get you home.”
    He couldn’t quite read her expression, but that was okay.  He was feeling pretty good about things when he opened the car door for her and she slid into the passenger seat.
    * * *
    Holy shit .   Erin settled herself in the car seat and tried to get her breathing—and emotions—under control.  What the hell had just happened?  No, Riley’s kiss hadn’t taken her totally by surprise, but her response to it had.  Not only had she liked it, she’d become instantly aroused.  Her panties were wet now, and she still had his taste in her mouth.  He tasted sweet and she wanted more.
    But, God, she’d barely known him for twenty-four hours.  Jumping in the sack with this guy was not an option, no matter how good she might think he’d be.  That would put her firmly in slut territory , a place she didn’t want to be, especially because she needed to be a good example for the girls she was leading.  So what if they’d never find out?  She would know, and that was bad enough.
    No.  No sex.  That was final.
    When Riley got in on the driver’s side, he said, “You still chilly?”
    Uh…no.   Hot .  Very hot.   On fucking fire.
    She had to control these thoughts or she wouldn’t stand a chance .  They were going to get her into all kinds of trouble.  “No.  I’m fine now.  Thanks.”
    The radio started playing as soon as he turned the key and revved the engine.  The station was playing the end of a Rage Against the Machine song, but the DJ came on for a few minutes and talked, and then he started playing “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails.  Great .   Even the universe was conspiring against her…a song about intimacy and not just making love but fucking , and not just fucking but intimate, dirty, personal , raw get-into-your-head-and-soul fucking, something that was weighing heavily on her mind.
    She decided she was going to play it off.  This time, though, she wasn’t going to sing the lyrics because she didn’t want to give Riley the wrong idea.
    The only way to survive, in fact, would be to lay her head back against the headrest and close her eyes.  She’d be home soon enough.
    And thank the stars she did, because Riley was singing the song.  She figured it was probably a natural reaction for him, considering singing was his career.  And he wasn’t singing at the top of his lungs; in fact, he was pretty subdued.   Still…was he singing it on purpose, trying to send a message to her?
    The song ended and the DJ switched to commercials when Riley pulled up to her apartment building.  She sat up and unbuckled.  He asked, “Are you tired?”
    “No, just resting my head.”  She took a deep breath and then asked, “Do you want to come up to my apartment for a while?”  What the fuck ?!   Oh, God…her hormon es had betrayed her.  Her brain was slacking off, and he’d even offered her the perfect out.
    He grinned.  “Thought you’d never ask.”   She knew he would have walked her up to her door anyway (unless the gentlemanly act was over now), but he hopped out