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the fact she was actually in his arms. It wasn’t working. The palm on the small
of her back was practically burning a hole through her dress. The man gave off
enough heat to send her temperature soaring.
    Beneath her dress, her bra and panties felt
tight and confining. Her nipples were currently pebbled against the fabric just
like they’d been at the chapel. Missy was very afraid they would be visible if
she took a step back.
    “Everything okay?” His deep, sexy rumble
set her skin to tingling. Her stomach fluttered and it wasn’t with hunger.
Well, maybe it was hunger, but not the kind that could be sated with a brownie,
no matter how divine it was.
    He moved his hand, rubbing it in a slow
sweep up and down the long length of her spine, sliding it over the nape of her
neck, which was exposed by her short hairstyle. Missy swallowed hard and bit
her bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. She nodded. “Fine. Everything is just
fine.”
    She was proud of the way she held herself
together. Then he tightened his fingers around hers and pulled her closer. When
her stomach brushed against his, she felt a distinct bulge. A very substantial
bulge.
    She creamed her panties at the very tangible
sign of his arousal and had to fight to keep from throwing herself at him. He
might not be her dream man but he certainly pushed all her buttons. No doubt
about it. She wanted him. Bad.
    He was so close. She could smell his
aftershave, something woodsy and earthy. She wanted to bury her nose against
his neck and simply inhale him. His lips were inches from hers. His breathing
was getting deeper and more ragged.
    Usually men were shorter than her when she
wore high heels. She did it on purpose, a defensive mechanism. She didn’t want
a man in her life right now. It wasn’t part of the plan. She was the one to
pick and choose if she wanted to date a man.
    But T.S. overwhelmed her.
    His breath was warm and moist against the
curve of her neck, his lips soft as they grazed the skin beneath her ear. Her
fingers tightened reflexively around his. He nuzzled her hair and whispered in
her ear, “Let’s get out of here. Go somewhere quiet.”
    His words were as effective as a bucket of
cold water in the face. She snapped back to her senses, which wasn’t easy
considering her wayward hormones desperately wanted to take him up on his
offer. Oh yeah, her body was on board with the plan. But her brain was
screaming for her to proceed with caution.
    “I don’t think so.” She took a step back
and was slightly disappointed when he immediately released her.
    It wasn’t fair the way this man could
overwhelm her senses without even trying. She was no easy one-night stand. She
dated men first. They went to dinner. They went to the theatre and popular
clubs. If a man lasted three months, she’d consider taking the relationship
into the bedroom.
    That attitude had given her a reputation.
She knew some thought she was cold. She preferred to think of it as smart.
Because she dated so much, many of her colleagues at work assumed she was very
sexually active. Heck, even Candy thought so. But Missy had always been
reserved when it came to her sexuality. Oh, she put up a very believable front.
She could talk the talk, but she walked slowly and carefully.
    “Thanks for the dance.” She turned away
from him and made her way to Candy’s side. Once she’d said her goodbyes to the
bride and groom, she’d gather her belongings and leave. It was time to go home.

Chapter Two
     
    Well, that had gone well. Not.
    T.S. tried his best to ignore his raging
hard-on as he watched Missy walk away from him. No, not walk. Saunter. The
woman could move like water, flowing around a room, her hips working from side
to side as she went. He swore under his breath as she leaned down to talk to
Candy.
    He hadn’t misread her signals. He knew he
hadn’t.
    She was as attracted to him as he was to
her. Her nipples were poking out from the silky fabric of her dress