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“Yes, yes.” And she was there, tumbling over the like-nothing-else peak of her orgasm.

Levi let himself go then, thrusting up into her, fast and hard, long strokes that pulled everything out of him and erupted into a hard orgasm unlike any he could recall.

Chapter Eight

They finished the movie, naked, wrapped in a blanket on the couch. They didn’t lie completely still. They kissed—long and hot and sweet. They stroked hands over every bit of skin they could reach. They talked and teased—some of it dirty, some not. Kate could feel her heart engaging further and further. He was funny and sweet and romantic and truly enamored with her. She’d never had anyone want her like this, and it seemed that he really did want more than her body. He asked about her favorite cities to visit, her favorite color, if she was allergic to anything, her job and her siblings. They talked about surfing, their love of Indian cuisine, the fact that Kate couldn’t cook a bit, the fact that Levi didn’t even know if he could cook, their favorite wineries in California, their least favorite shows in Vegas, their favorite museums in DC and their favorite restaurants in New York.

They discovered they had a lot in common as the glow from the Christmas tree grew as the sun dropped and evening fell. Neither bothered to get up and turn on any lights. Kate more than got her wish to have hot sex by Christmas tree light.

In fact, they had three more orgasms each.

He was insatiable.

She was more so.

Kate had never been this horny in her life. The ripples of her climax had barely faded each time before she was thinking about another position. But she also found her mind filled with questions, things she wanted to know about him and the desire to show him her favorite coffee shop in Chicago and her favorite spot on the California coast.

And every time she had a surge of I’m-falling-for-him, she tamped it down with a reality check.

He lived in Vegas. He was a millionaire playboy who had never actually worked a day in his life. He jetted all over the world at the drop of a hat and probably had a girlfriend in every city they’d been talking about all afternoon. She lived in San Francisco and loved her job.

They’d fallen into a comfortable silence after the last orgasm. Levi was running his hand over her hair and she was listening to his heart beat under her ear—and wishing she’d quit thinking things likeI could do this every day for the rest of my life.

This was all make-believe. It had been twenty-four hours. It felt like more. She felt like she’d known him for years. But the truth was, it had been mere hours. Magical, crazy, just-what-she-needed hours, but still only hours.

Phoebe and Joe would be home tomorrow and all of this would change with that anyway. Then they’d go to the formal the next night. And then it would be over.

“I’m starving,” Levi suddenly announced.

Kate’s stomach growled in answer.

He laughed. “Let’s fix that.”

He pulled his jeans on and she wrapped up in the blanket and they headed into the kitchen. But they only stood at the center island for about a minute before Kate said, “We’re going to have to go out.”

“Which means getting dressed.” He didn’t seem happy about that idea at all.

Neither was she. “I guess we could go into town and get something at the bar or the diner and bring it back here?” she suggested.

“I have a better idea.” He went back in to the living room.

She followed, the blanket trailing behind her.

He typed into his phone. “The bar is the Come Again, right?” he asked.

“I think so.”

He typed some more and then lifted the phone to his ear. “Hi, I’d like to order some food for delivery.”

He paused, listening.

“Do you think for a thousand-dollar tip you could make an exception?” he asked.

Kate snorted. Just like a millionaire to think he could pay people to do anything he wanted.

“Okay, I appreciate that. I’d like a cheeseburger with everything.” He looked at her. “What do you want?”

“They’ll deliver?” she asked.

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