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fantasies? Or was it simply her ?
    It bothered him a little. But not enough for him to walk away. All he could think of was her naked body under his. Even better if she’d let him do the things to her he loved best. Spank her. Bring her to orgasm with that excruciating combination of pleasure and pain. But how to bring it up with her? It was so much easier with the women he met at the Pleasure Dome. There, everyone knew exactly what to expect. No one went to the city’s biggest and finest BDSM club without having at least some idea of what went on there. Without sharing the same kinds of desires.
    But the fact was, he was so turned on by her, he wanted her with or without all the extreme sex. It didn’t matter right now nearly as much as it normally did. As much as it should.
    What did that even mean?
    He didn’t want to question it too carefully. He just wanted her. Out of control, like some hormone-driven teen. Wanted her in a way he’d never desired another woman before. After fifteen minutes of talking to her. After all these years.
    Have to have her.
    He’d figure out what the hell was going on with him later.
    “Kara. I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t want you to get offended, but I’m going to be blunt.”
    “Okay . . .”
    He leaned in, keeping his voice low.
    “I can’t believe I’ve run into you tonight, after all this time. But I have to tell you, if we were still in high school, this would have been my dream come true. Just kissing you. But I’m all grown up now. So are you. And I want more.”
    Her eyes went wide, her breath coming out in a small puff of warm air. Then she smiled again, and he knew it would be all right. She leaned into him, looked up at him from beneath her long, dark lashes. It was the look of a seductress, yet there was still something sweet, almost innocent about her.
    “We are all grown up, Dante. What is it you want?”
    He took her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers. “I want you. I want you so badly, I can’t wait for all the usual polite talk. And this is not some well-practiced line. I don’t believe in that crap, frankly. I just . . . want you.”
     
     
    Kara’s breath went out of her. The blunt honesty was like some sort of wild aphrodisiac. That and the way he was looking at her, his plush mouth loose and still damp from kissing her.
    The man could kiss. No doubt about it. She wanted him to do it again. She wanted him to do more than kiss her. And she wanted it now.
    She shrugged, trying to appear casual about it even as her pulse thrummed with need. “Then have me, Dante.”
    He smiled at her, all heat and a slow, simmering pleasure.
    He stood, helped her to her feet. He was even taller when he was standing next to her, dwarfing her five-foot-eight frame. She loved that, loved feeling small and feminine next to him. She drew in a deep breath, inhaled the dark, musky scent of him. A shudder ran through her, pleasure trembling like some long, drawn-out note through her body.
    Yes, they were all grown up. And maybe this was exactly what she needed. Maybe he was. She’d brooded long enough.
    Dante De Matteo, after all these years. A fantasy about to come true.

two
     

     
    A part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this—leaving a party with a guy she hadn’t seen in years. A guy she hadn’t known all that well in high school, and whom she no longer really knew at all. But she felt safe with him. Inexplicably, maybe, except that Lucie and Tyler knew him, too, which made it a little safer.
    Kara had caught a ride to the party with another friend she and Lucie had known for years, so she’d said a quick good-bye and gotten into Dante’s silver BMW. The car fit him. It was sleek. Sophisticated. Fast.
    She turned to look at Dante’s profile as he drove across the bridge and back into the city. He was very European-looking, with his dark hair and olive skin, the strong, clean jawline. He would make the perfect GQ model. There was almost a