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whiskey.
    Or maybe from me kissing her like that.
    And I know I’m on a collision path here, but I’m powerless to stop it. I know I should just get out at the next light and just walk from there or get another cab, regardless of how close her hotel is to my condo. Because every second I stay in this car with her, on the way to her hotel, is another step closer to the mistake I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be able to say no to.
    Because despite her being the most inappropriate girl on the planet for me to be thinking these sort of thoughts about - or maybe because she is - my cock is pulsing hard for her.
    The cab makes a sharp turn, and as her eyes flutter open at the sudden movement, she turns and locks them with mine.
    And she knows.
    She knows the way I’m looking at her, and she knows damn well the way she’s looking at me back.
    This might be a train wreck waiting to happen, but right there in that moment we both know we’re powerless to stop it, even if we wanted to.
    And I’m pretty sure we don’t.

10
London
    I close my eyes in the car because I know if I don’t, I won’t be able to keep them off of him. And I know there’s only one place that lingering looks in the dark and the unspoken friction of that backseat go. But I can still feel his gaze on me - I can feel it teasing and tingling across my skin like silk as I bite my lip and let the car take us into the night.
    I drank too much. I drank too much and revealed too much, and let the control I usually have on these types of things slip completely away.
    And it felt good.
    I know I should be screaming with regrets right now. I know I should be fleeing this cab and this man sitting next to me, and burying my face in my hands in the horrible shame of what just happened back there at the restaurant.
    But regret is the last thing I’m feeling right then. Instead, there’s only this teasing, sliding sensation creeping through my body. There’s a hunger inside - a wicked, inappropriate and yet undeniable hunger that comes roaring through me like a runaway train. It’s the whiskey floating through my veins, the heat of his gaze sensually moving over my skin, and the feeling that I never want this car ride to end.
    But it does, of course.
    The cab comes to a stop, but I keep my eyes closed, as if not quite ready to leave the fantasy of this ride. Holden says nothing, but I can hear his door opening, and a moment later, the one on my side gently opens.
    I open my eyes.
    “Mornin, darlin’.”
    I blink, not even caring how dopey the blush on my face probably looks at his words.
    Because I’ve already made up my mind.
    "Can you walk?" he asks.
    I nod, stepping out. Immediately, I stumble, and we both laugh, but as his hand slips around my waist, my laughter trails into something more resembling a gasp.
    God his hand feels good there hooked around my waist and resting on my hip.
    “It’s my heels,” I mumble.
    Holden grins. “Yeah it’s got nothing at all to do with the bottle of whiskey we just put down.”
    “Not in the slight-” I hiccup again, rolling my eyes at my own horrible timing as he laughs.
    I eye him with a half-cocked brow. “Okay, you can help me inside, but only if you admit I just drank your ass under the table.”
    Holden snorts, but I can see damn well how uneasy he is on his feet, and the way his cheeks are as red and flushed as mine.
    His eyes lock onto mine for a second, burning with something fierce and something not quite spoken yet.
    “Oh, I get to walk you inside, do I? Is that my reward, making sure you don’t fall on your face?”
    I grin at him. “Hey, take it or leave it, buddy.”
    He snorts again as his hand tightens tantalizingly on my hip for a second, making my stomach flip-flop.
    “Alright, let’s go, pipsqueak.”
    I turn and balk at him with mock indignation.
    “Did you just call me pipsqueak? ”
    Holden grins, his arm never leaving my waist. “I’m like literally twice your size. So, yeah , I