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think so. But to be honest, I kinda wish I was more adventurous. Sometimes I want to be more like the girls I came to the club with – sexy and exciting. There’s a part of me that wants more. It feels like I’ve been missing out on things.”
    “Oh, I think you’re perfect the way you are.”
    “You don’t have to say that.”
    “I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think you were beautiful.” A little something different played in his dark eyes. Lust, maybe? I couldn’t quite place the look, but either way it made me feel sexy and desirable, sending a shiver through me. The heat rushed to my cheeks again and I lowered my gaze. Yeah, like a man like Tanner would be all that interested in me, especially now that he knew he wouldn’t be able to score with me. I’d be lucky to get a drive home.
    I huffed.
    “Hey, what’s the matter?” He stopped walking and grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop as well.
    The feel of my hand in his made me want to get closer. “Nothing.” I shrugged and lifted my gaze. “I appreciate the kind words, but I think you’re wasting your time with me tonight.”
    He frowned. “I don’t follow.”
    “Because I’ve never…” I gave him a shy smile and quickly lowered my gaze again. “You know. And it’s not going to happen tonight. I’ve made a vow to wait ’til marriage, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but I have a feeling waiting isn’t your strong suit.”
    Tanner laughed and gave my hand a tug, pulling me in to him. I allowed myself to be pulled into his arms despite the voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to just go back to the nightclub, find Bonnie and go home. Tanner was bad news; he was dangerous.
    “I already told you. I just want to get to know you. You’re a beautiful, interesting woman. You need to know that.”
    When I looked up into his eyes and saw his sincerity, something in me swooned. I’d come to the nightclub to be a little impulsive and do something I normally wouldn’t do. Looking up at him as a sexy, seductive grin spread across his lips, I decided to take a chance. Just once. Pressing myself against him, I stretched up on my tiptoes and brushed my lips across his. His lips were soft and tasted of beer, and I wanted to taste more.
    His response was surprisingly reluctant at first, as if he were deciding whether to respond or not. Then suddenly his arms were tightening around my waist and he was pulling me in to him, his lips teasing mine and his tongue urging my lips open.
    With a low moan I parted my lips to him, inviting him in. As his tongue slipped between my lips and caressed mine, a jolt of pleasure and need rushed through me. It was a feeling that was foreign and powerful and exciting and a million other things all rolled up in one, and I liked it – I craved it. I moaned again and fisted the shoulders of his leather jacket as a warmth spread between my legs. I’d been kissed before, but never like this; he kissed me as if he owned me. His tongue dominated mine, and I loved how he took control. And God help me, I wanted to feel more.
    But suddenly, to my displeasure, he pulled his lips from mine and took a step back out of my embrace. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”
    I’ll admit, I was disappointed. I wasn’t sure how far I’d have gone with him, but as we walked toward his car, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, I realized I’d never know. Father would never approve of the man walking beside me – in fact, had I not arranged to stay at Bonnie’s that night, I would have had to request that Tanner drop me off a block from my house so he’d never know. The kiss hadn’t just been nice… No, it had been mind-blowing, but he wasn’t going to wait for marriage for me. I knew that without a doubt, and I certainly didn’t blame him.
    We reached his car, a black Mustang, and he opened the passenger door for me, motioning for me to enter.
    “Are you sure you don’t