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won’t argue with you. But we do have one problem.” He stroked her thigh with a gentle, barely there touch. “Do you honestly think that one night was enough?”
    He heard her catch her breath as he moved forward slowly, giving her ample time to stop him, to tell him no. To his intense relief, she didn’t…she simply stared at him with those deep, soulful eyes. He nibbled at her earlobe, feeling satisfied as she gradually pressed herself against him, putting her hands up against his shoulders.
    â€œA good experiment takes place over an extendedperiod of time,” he pointed out, kissing her neck as she clutched at his back and her breathing shallowed. He lifted his head, brushing teasing caresses against her cheeks, along her jawline, down her neck. “You don’t want to get involved. I can respect that. But I really think you’re not giving yourself enough of a chance to fully enjoy the experience.”
    They were in a dark corner—away from everyone. The pounding beat showed that the DJ was mixing full force, and no one was coming back to this empty part of the dance floor. “Allow me to demonstrate,” he said, tugging her gently onto his lap, straddling him.
    Her pupils had dilated further, making her dark brown eyes seem black. He noticed this as he held her there, poised over his erection, just staring at her as she settled breathlessly. She had to feel it, pressing hard at the junction of her thighs, against those jeans that fit her body like a second skin.
    He didn’t even have to nudge her. He just stared, as she shivered slightly, and he felt her body move against him, her thighs clenching enough to make him push up to meet her. He watched as she took a deep breath, and moved her head down to meet him with an “I-can’t-believe-I’m-doing-this” expression.
    Her kiss was surprisingly gentle for the fire he’d seen in her eyes. She started just touching velvet-soft lips to his, parting slightly, moving in that slow searching way that made him feel every movement of the muscles in her mouth. It was maddening. He wasn’t sure how, but just by a slow kiss she made him wonder what it would feel like to have that gentle, moist suction over every inch of his body. His erection tensed.
    He couldn’t take it anymore. He teased her lips withhis tongue, and the kiss exploded. She was breathing hard, meeting him stroke for stroke. She tore away to mimic him and worked on his neck. He’d never thought himself particularly vulnerable to that sort of pressure, but the feeling of it was enough to almost push him over the edge. Her hips…the rhythm she’d displayed on the dance floor was no joke. She was grinding against him in a seductive sway that was mind-blowing. He stroked her breasts, rubbing the nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her tank top. He heard her gasp as she pressed herself farther into the cups of his hands, and made out the mewling little cries of pleasure he’d reveled in when he made love to her before.
    If this kept up, he was going to take her, right here in this dance club. It wasn’t the place or the time. He had to get a grip.
    With more control than he thought he possessed, with more willpower than he’d ever needed to use before in his life, he nudged her back. To his surprise, he was breathing hard himself. She growled in frustration, something he found unreasonably sexy.
    â€œLike I said,” he whispered, panting, “there’s more to this than just one night.”
    â€œI don’t want a relationship,” she repeated, although he could feel the wave of attraction flowing between them. “But I still want you. So where does that leave us?”
    He frowned. There was no way he was going to lose this woman. “How about a contract, of sorts?”
    She laughed abruptly. He loved the sound of her laugh. “Didn’t you get insulted last time when you thought