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claiming my mouth with a taut, scorching kiss. My tongue flicked against his, into his mouth, tasting the whiskey and the taboo of it all. Was it my impaired imagination, or did he kiss like his brother? The thought made me unsteady. Or maybe it was the liquor that made me unsteady.
    I won’t lie. Part of my brain told me to stop. Another part urged me to trail a line of kisses toward his ear.
    Softly, I tugged at his lobe. I broke away. “I’ve dreamed about you,” I blurted.
    His eyebrows shot up, and I recognized a look of genuine surprise. “You have?”
    I nodded, suddenly self-conscious as he ran his hand up my calf and under my long skirt. I felt him twirl his finger around my knee and knew he’d found a patch of stubble. I wondered if he’d seen my armpits and I giggled.
    “Tell me about your dreams.” He put both his hands up my skirt now, caressing my calves and knees. I closed my eyes, reveling in how crazy-good it felt to be touched so sensually.
    My body was screaming to be plundered like this. I pondered whether to tell him I’d watched him shower at the lake house. No, I wasn’t drunk enough to admit being a voyeur.
    “The dreams were like my books,” I said slowly, distracted because his thumbs had reached my inner thighs. The night was turning illicit, fast. Was this what I truly wanted?
    “Oh. Those kinds of dreams.” He grinned and took his hands out of my skirt.
    “Yes. Those kinds.”
    He kissed me again, deep and with an insistent tongue. “Was I good? Did I satisfy you?”
    I held my breath and looked into his eyes. “I always wake up before that crucial moment.”
    “Maybe tonight we can fix that.”
    I laughed and nervously turned to my whiskey, drinking the rest in one gulp. He did the same and then kissed me on the cheek. That little, intimate gesture was somehow more shocking than his demanding kisses.
    “I’ll be right back.” He pointed at the bathrooms, and I blew out a breath as he walked away.
    The bartender wandered to me and smirked. “Another round?”
    “Yes,” I said firmly, mustering as much dignity as I could. “And a glass of ice, too.”
    More whiskey was a horrible idea, but maybe if I drank more, I’d figure out what I truly wanted. I texted a bubbly note to Sarah.
    Having a drink with Colin! Going to bed soon, hope everything with the baby is going well.
    Sarah texted right back. She’s asleep. Have fun, but not too much fun. Talk tomorrow, xo.
    I heaved a sigh and considered whether Sarah suspected I might hook up with Colin. At the thought, I nearly toppled off the barstool. When the whiskey came I sipped, then took an ice cube and popped it in my mouth. Colin appeared and put his hand on my back.
    “More whiskey, darlin’?” Colin affected a slight Southern twang, so different from his pretentious baritone, and tonight, it was panty-dissolving.
    I nodded and turned to him with a steamy look, the ice cube in my mouth. I took his face in my hands and then kissed him, pushing the cube into his mouth and feeling naughty. We passed it back and forth with our tongues until it melted. I tried not to drool unbecomingly.
    He groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. Kind of like Caleb would have done.
    “You,” he growled, his eyes flickering under half-lids.
    We drank and kissed, and kissed and drank some more. We laughed stupidly at nothing. There were fewer people at the bar, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the bartender had made himself scarce by ducking to the far end, out of earshot of our antics. At one point Colin’s big hand found my breast and squeezed.
    “God, these are perfect. Are they real?”
    “Of course! Jesus.” I snorted and cackled. He didn’t normally speak so crassly, and that’s when I knew he was drunker than I’d ever seen him.
    Our laughter stilled, and he had an intense look in his eyes while he ran a thumb over my nipple. Electricity raced through me. It had been so long since I’d been looked at with lust,