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It shouldn’t have meant anything, but
he was thrilled she’d enjoyed something that was such a big part of
his life. “We’ll go out again. Soon.”
    She nodded, then grabbed her pizza and took a
healthy bite.
    He smiled and did the same, enjoying the
moment.
    The self-preservationist dropped his head
into his hands and wept.
    General conversation ensued until Kat
finished eating. She tossed her wadded-up napkin onto her plate and
brushed her hands together. Since he’d finished long before her,
she asked, “Ready to get busy?”
    Erik grinned at all the ways he’d love to get
busy, but kept the thought to himself. “Absolutely.” He picked up
their plates and dumped them in the trash while Kat dropped to her
knees and began sifting through one of the boxes. Finished putting
the leftover pizza in the fridge and wiping off the counter, he
stood next to her, awaiting further instructions.
    She pulled a mixer from the box and turned
toward him. “What—?” The question remained unasked as she found her
wide-open mouth level with his crotch.
    His dick instantly recognized the advantages
of the situation and rose with vigor and enthusiasm.
    Her gazed fixed on his fly, watching the
subtle shifts of his clothing caused by all the behind-the-scenes
action taking place. She licked her lips and the impact was as
powerful as if she’d physically stroked her tongue over his
flesh.
    Every muscle in his body tightened in
response. Sweat popped out on his forehead and across the back of
his neck as her gaze began a slow, leisurely stroll up his body.
Her looking up at him—through dark lashes from this position on her
knees—caused his cock to swell to near bursting, and its throbbing
matched the whooshing in his ears.
    No touching.
    He clenched his fists and closed his eyes.
While taking a few deep breaths, he prayed she’d find the good
sense to get off the floor before she found herself flat on her
back with him buried to the hilt inside her.
    When he finally opened his eyes, he found her
standing in front of him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth,
a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “That was a great view,” she
said, smiling sweetly.
    He’d given his word on the no-touching
bullshit, but the little minx didn’t realize how close he was to
giving his fucking honor the boot. “I’d be more than happy to
provide you with an even better one,” he said, his voice raspy, his
tone clipped and harsh.
    She sighed heavily as her shoulders slumped.
“That would be really nice, but I’m afraid it would be terrible…
just terrible”—she batted her eyes and did her best Scarlett
impression—“to have something so incredible to look at and not be
able to touch. ”
    Without waiting for his response, she turned
and bent over, reaching for the goddamned mixer she’d left on the
floor.
    “Jesus Christ!” A man could only take so
much. She yelped as he snatched her up around the waist and sat her
on the counter. “Sit there and don’t move. Don’t bat your eyes.
Don’t lick your lips. Don’t get on your knees. And for God’s sake,
don’t bend over.” He snatched the mixer off the floor. “Where the
hell do you want it?”
    The little she-devil clapped her hands
together, threw her head back, and laughed with abandon. The act
was more threatening to his emotional stability than all her sexy
moves put together. Laughing like this, she was absolutely radiant.
And he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone.
    Including Lindsey.
    Over the next hour, Kat sipped her beer and
did a point-and-direct, while Erik stashed everything away in the
cabinets. How it went from him trying to make her regret the
no-touching rule to him skating the slippery slope of becoming a
liar was beyond him. But sure as shit, it happened.
    Kitchen finished, they moved to the living
room. Putting together a bookshelf kept his mind occupied while she
unpacked books and knickknacks. He made like a pack mule and moved
the remaining