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I swallowed hard.

“Or maybe youdowant to know.” He took a slow sip of his drink, and I suddenly felt parched. “Maybe you’ll like it.”

The look he gave me left me dizzy.

I think we both knew exactly where this night was headed once we left the club, and part of me wanted to hurry along and get there already. I couldn’t shake the image of dream-Trent and that damn chaise. I needed to see if the real thing lived up to the hype.

“Looking a little hot and bothered over there,” Trent said.

“I’m not bothered,” I said, trying and failing to seem unaffected by the stare he was shooting my way. Trent was peeling my dress off with his eyes. My gaze dropped to his hands again, andI wondered what it would be like to watch him sand a delicate piece of furniture down, layer by layer.

God, I wanted Trent to take me apart…layer by layer.

“What else would you like?” he asked, his hand skimming up my knee.

I reminded myself to thank Stacy for the slit she’d worked into this dress. My skin was on fire where he touched me.

Trent leaned toward me, his lips skimming my ear. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

“Wait, is that—” Trent started.

My eyes flew open. I twisted around on the couch. “Kyle Landing,” I said, spotting him across the bar—the A-list Hollywood guy who’d started the sustainable furniture craze. He was surrounded by an entourage of people.

My attention wasn’t diverted for long, drawn back to the feel of Trent’s hand on my thigh. “I wonder how long he’s been sitting over there.” I’d barely noticed anything outside of Trent since we’d arrived.

“Maybe I should go over there and thank him,” Trent said.

I frowned. “What for?”

“I sort of feel like he’s part of the reason we got together. Don’t you?”

“I think it had more to do with making furniture for Dee. Besides, I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself,” I said. “We haven’t actually gotten together yet.”

His words ghosted across my neck. “Would you like to change that?”

“Yes,” I whispered, looking into his dark eyes. I took his hand, pulling him to his feet, leading Trent back to the elevator. By the time we made it down to the car, my skin was crawling with goose bumps.

Trent pulled the door open, and we climbed in. The partition was down. I glanced at the driver. “Straight to Trent’s place, please.”

Then I put my hand down on the button, raising the glass divider.

15

TRENT

Watching Natasha raise the partition between us and the driver was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. That was until she turned around, leveling me with a sultry look, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that sent all my blood racing south. She was summoning me with just a look, and it took everything inside me not to drag her into my lap as we drove through traffic for my penthouse in Greenwich Village.

“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked, patting the space next to her.

Why was I? For a second, I had no damn clue, and I very nearly reached out to pull her into my arms. But I was pretty sure that if I touched her now, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And for our first time, I wasn’t about to try to maneuver in a cramped backseat when being patient for a few minutes meant I’d have much more room to spread her out. I cleared my throat. “Because I just want to look at you.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath. She shifted slightly in her seat, the fabric twisting at her waist and tightening over her breasts in a way that had my resolve weakening.

“But why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I want you to know I’m going to devour you. I want you to be thinking about it. Imagining it.Anticipatingit,” I said, making a compromise with myself. We weren’t going to fuck here in the backseat, but that didn’t mean I had to keep my handsentirelyto myself. Moving slowly, controlling the pace, I caught her jaw in my hand and tipped her mouth up to meet mine. The same searing heat washed through me as the last time I kissed her, setting every nerve on fire and waking the most sensitive parts of me. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked, a little dazed.

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