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Our feet glide to the sweet tune, and I move a hand back down her back, resting it just above her ass.

Her tongue skims her pouty bottom lip as she looks back at me. She lowers a hand and rests it on my chest. Her fingers splay across me, feeling every ridge and muscle, coming to rest over my heart. It’s pounding through my flesh, and she looks up, surprised.

I don’t know if I’m nervous or excited or absolutely terrified. This woman has captivated me, and damn if I don’t want to own her in the worst way.

I rest a hand on her neck before cradling her face. Her pulse is resting against my thumb, pounding just as fast as my own.

She feels the same way.

Her mouth parts.

I pull her close.

Her fingers grip on to me.

I kiss her.

She moans into my mouth, and I breathe in her desire.

We’re still dancing, but it’s a different kind of tune.

Now, it’s our lips that perform the movements.

We’re not fast or hurried.

No. We’re savoring the melody with every lick and swipe and delicious taste of one another.

My cock twitches. This is not the place to have a raging hard-on. She rubs up against me, and now, it’s my turn to groan.

My kisses move to her jaw and neck and then rest below her ear.

“I’m not behaving like a gentleman,” I whisper.

She lightly bites me on the jaw. “I thought you weren’t a gentleman.”

That does nothing for my intense need for her.

I groan again. “I need to bring you home.”

Her hand moves down my chest and rests over my abs. Her exploring is going to be the death of me.

“What if I said I’m not ready for the night to end?”

Yes, this woman is going to kill me.

“Then, I say, let’s get out of here.”

5

HARPER

We hit the streets with a hurried excitement.

In the span of an hour, Tanner went from being an annoying guy hitting on me in a bar to the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And I can’t get enough of him.

Yes, the stranger who is an amazing kisser is a member of a secret speakeasy and can swing dance. He knows how to play the piano and completely wooed me in an hour.

With my hand in his, we walk toward Second Avenue where the noise of passing cars and a nearby pub and restaurant is a stark contrast to the quiet side street we were just on.