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I’ve never done … I mean … gone that far.” Oh, shut up already and get into the bedroom.
    But she couldn’t. She had to at least know his name for certain.
    “I don’t want you to think I’m not interested,” she said slowly. “It’s only that we hardly know each other, so I — ”
    “No, I get it,” he laughed. “I just assumed, you know, you come to a party like this for a few reasons, and, well … how about we start slower, then?” He took the one step remaining between them and wrapped his arms around her. She had to admit it felt good.
    Pulling her into the shadows of the hallway, he backed her up against a wall and leaned his weight into her. She vaguely remembered the first time she’d seen him on his porch, the hint of strong, lean muscle beneath his suit. He was a runner, she was sure of it. She liked the way he felt against her. He was pushy, but holding back at the same time. As much as she thought she might feel threatened in such a situation, she felt safe. A smile lifted her lips. Her breath caught in her throat.
    “One kiss?” he asked tenderly, inching his mouth toward hers. “Then you can decide from there?”
    He smelled of alcohol. When his lips touched hers, she was lost in a wave of sensations. She’d only kissed a guy once before — Ryan — and while it had been one of the most amazing experiences of her life so far, how it ended had forever tainted the memory for her. But this kiss was deliciously untainted, his lips soft against hers, parting her mouth ever so gently. And then his tongue brushed against hers and it was different from how Ryan had done it. Not necessarily better, but this was strangely addicting and arousing, especially in a dark hallway with the possibility of more to come. She kept herself steady and in control, kissing Jordan or Joel or whatever his name was, trying to learn what to do as it all unfolded around her in a quiet, slow explosion of pleasure.
    “So?” he asked, pulling away all too soon. “What do you say?”
    It was obvious he knew how good the kiss had made her feel. Maybe he was a little too cocky, but right now she didn’t care. She realized she’d folded her right leg around his left leg. The bedroom was sounding like a great idea. 
    “You’re amazing,” she answered, nearly out of breath. All she wanted to do was kiss him again.
    He leaned close to her ear as he trailed a finger down her arm to her hip. It tickled and turned her on at the same time. “So are you,” he whispered. “What do you want to do?”
    What did she want to do or what should she do? Her head started to spin.
    “Nobody’s ever told me they like how I look at them,” she said, avoiding his question. “You’re the first.”
    His smile faltered. “So you look at everyone that way.”
    Oh, crap. Backpedal. Back, back, back. “No … I mean, uh, I want to look at you in the way you think I looked at you. I’m definitely interested, if you couldn’t tell already.”
    He wet his lips and nodded. “Oh, I can tell.”
    She kissed him again, this time eagerly. There was something about him that felt sincere and real. But she didn’t want a one-night fling. She wanted a real relationship. Then again, she should probably get his name right if she wanted a real relationship.
    “I want you,” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss. Too soon once again. He brushed his lips across her cheek, up her temple, across her forehead. “You smell so good.”
    She grabbed a fistful of shirt at the small of his back, fighting the intense need to drag him into a bedroom right that second. “You do too,” she sighed, “but is that the only reason you want me?”
    He grinned and then turned serious. “Hell no. It’s everything about you — everything I know so far, anyway. This dress you’re wearing” — he touched the plunging neckline — “your hair” — he moved his hand up to push her bangs a little off her forehead — “the way you’re sober,