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Nate entered and closed the door behind him.

“Hey, cat got your tongue?”

That was when Nate realized he’d been staring. “Your hair. It’s straight,” he announced, stating the obvious.

“It’s black magic,” Kennedy said with a dramatic toss of her hair as she gestured from the top of her head down her sides in a classic Vanna White move, her fingers fluttering. “What do you think?”

Nate pulled her into his arms and crushed her mouth under his. Her lips instantly parted, and their tongues tangled, taking the kiss deeper. She smelled good, felt good, and tasted like heaven. He pulled back to say, “Black magic, huh? Well, I’m going to perform some white magic on you.” He smirked, sifting his fingers through the shiny dark strands that fell almost halfway down her back. He hadn’t realized it was that long without the curls.

Kennedy sputtered a laugh. “White magic, huh?” She then coyly asked, “Is it the kind where you use a wand?”

Nate’s eyes darkened with promise. “Yes, and my wand will give you as many orgasms as you can handle,” he said huskily, kissing her again, this time longer, deeper.

When they finally came up for air, Kennedy pressed her palms against his chest and said breathily, “Ah, that white magic. I think I’m addicted to it and your—” she cast a pointed look down at his crotch “—magic wand.”

Nate’s wand instantly hardened, ready to start producing those orgasms he’d promised.

“Okay, now are you going to tell me what you’re doing here? I thought you were out with Jack.”

“We did go out. But I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by.”

She gave a throaty laugh. “You just happened to be in the neighborhood, huh? Doing what?”

“Looking for you. Missing you,” he said huskily as he slid his hand down her back and cupped her perfect ass. There was nothing he wanted more right now than to kiss every delicious inch of her. To feel her long, slim legs wrapped around his hips and feel her tightening around him.

“Ah, so you came for a booty call,” she said, her voice sultry and low.

“I haven’t come yet, but I intend to make us both come.” He was deadly sincere about that. And that was when he heard it, the strains of music coming from her bedroom.

He peered down at her, his mouth tipped up at the corners. “Listening to music, were you? It’s almost as if you were expecting me.”

“Or someone,” came Kennedy’s saucy response.

“Someone like who?” Nate scoffed dismissively. He knew she was teasing, but that didn’t stop a part of him from wanting to declare her off-limits to all other men as long as he drew breath. “I’m the only man allowed in your bed.”

“You’re the only man I’m permitting in my bed.” Although she didn’t voice it aloud, thefor nowhung over him like approaching storm clouds. “See the difference?”

“Then why are we still standing here?” he asked, as he ushered her through the dimly lit apartment to her bedroom. In the last several weeks, he’d been over a few times. He usually waited in the living room while she finished dressing, but she’d given him a tour of the place during his first visit. It was small and comfortable, and distinctly feminine. The place reminded him of her.

In her bedroom, he made quick work of ridding himself of his jeans and sports shirt. Thankfully, Kennedy was wearing just an oversized T-shirt and panties. He made quick work of that too, and within a minute, he had her on the bed and under him.

After the frenzy of movement, he stilled and stared deep into her eyes. “I couldn’t go home without seeing you first. I’ve also discovered I don’t like to sleep without you beside me.”

“Me too,” she whispered, sifting her fingers through his hair.

The music, which had been relegated to background noise, suddenly took center stage in his mind as it changed from something soft and dreamy to something more upbeat; the singer’s voice, a deep bass, was singularly unique.

Distracted, he paused and listened to the words. At the end of the first chorus, a huge smile crawled across his face. “Is this for me?” he asked softly, staring into her smiling eyes.

Kennedy chortled—the sound a mixture of amusement and desire—as she hit him playfully on the shoulder. “How could it be? I had no idea you were coming over tonight.”

As the song continued to play, Nate lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. “But you like it, don’t you? Because it’s the way you feel about me.”

“Would you stop.” Her shoulders began to shake with laughter.

“Admit it, everything in that song applies to me. I am your first. Your last. Your everything.” From her kiss-swollen lips, his mouth trailed down to her collarbone and to her breast, taking the nipple into his mouth.

Admit it, you’re mine.

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