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looking through the thick lenses before pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket.
    â€œYou’re shortsighted.”
    â€œYes.” She frowned as he brought her glasses to his mouth then breathed thickly over one lens.
    It felt like her entire insides tightened with unexpected delight.
    He began to polish the glass, a mischievous smile tilting his lips as he watched her squint at him.
    â€œYou don’t need to…” She broke off as his lips parted again, mouth opening in slow deliberation before his hot breath frosted the glass.
    What would it feel like to have those lips, that mouth, that breath on her skin?
    Even with Zac so horribly out of focus, she could still make out that grin that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking.
    Her belly flipped, warmth flooding her limbs.
    â€œYou should really leave these off.”
    â€œI need them to see.” She blinked for emphasis. “Everything’s fuzzy otherwise.”
    He moved and suddenly Zac-in-soft-focus became Zac-in-sharp-definition. “This better?”
    She leaned back, desperately trying to ignore the warm singing of blood coursing through her body. “Uh…no…”
    Before she could say another word, he put a hand on her nape, pulled her forward and kissed her.
    Surprise held her still for a heartbeat, until heat surged into her chest where it swirled and dipped in delicious expectation.
    His warm mouth was firm and skillful. He kissed her like he’d been practicing this all his life, a kiss that told her he knew what he was doing, knew how to please a woman. A kiss that melted her bones and quickly turned her on in a thousand different ways.
    Through the haze of swiftly building desire, she felt his body move, and suddenly he was pressed up against her, heat spilling out to infuse them both.
    Years of sexual frustration surged up, scorching her from the inside out as their breath and lips merged. She let out a groan, knew he’d felt it when his mouth curved against hers…just before he gently eased his tongue inside.
    Oh. Wow. Emily let out a shocked squeak, which quickly petered off into a breathy sigh. She was vaguely aware of him gently palming her cheek, his thumb caressing her jaw, but she was too caught up in the divine sensation of his mouth making love to hers.
    The hard insistent throb of his manhood began to grow between them, solidifying the reality of their location. Gradually, like wading into consciousness from a deep dream, she became aware of Zac pulling back.
    It was, she realized groggily, her eyes at half-mast and hermouth still puckered, the most delicious few minutes of her entire life.
    â€œEmily.”
    Her eyes sprang open, looking directly into his olive ones, dark with desire and amusement.
    She swallowed thickly as the heat rose in her face. “I…can’t. I just can’t.”
    â€œEmmm—”
    She ducked her head and practically raced for the door, eyes downcast. Zac surged forward but was too late—the solid thunk in her wake felt like the full stop to his unspoken sentence.
    â€œâ€”ily.” He finished softly to the closed door. With an aggravated sigh he shoved his hands on his hips, then raised his head heavenward and scrunched his eyes shut. Damn.

Six
    H e stood there for what felt like ages, reining in his body, forcing it to relax through gritted teeth.
    Until the small tap.
    He yanked the door open. She stood in the doorway, blinking and squinting. She’d undone her jacket, revealing a white shirt tucked into a skirt that inadvertently emphasized curvy hips and a defined waist.
    â€œMy key works but I need—” Zac gave her no time to finish the sentence, instead grabbing her arms and firmly pulling her inside, kicking the door shut with one foot. Then he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.
    She offered a tiny protest, one that abruptly snapped off when his lips collided with hers, her breath in his mouth, her