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I groan and wrap her in my arms. “Spoiler alert—the feeling is mutual.”

She laughs, and I do too, and like that, a new round of kissing takes us all the way to the bedroom.

11

QUINN

It’s been a year.

Twelve months without someone’s touch, without contact.

But that’s not why I’m buzzing with anticipation. That’s not why my skin sizzles with every brush of his hands, every sweep of his lips.

The way I feel has everything to do with chemistry—ourchemistry—and the way he looks at me, touches me, treats me.

That one most of all.

I’ve only known him a short while, but he treats me like I’m precious.

And he touches me the same way.

He sets me on the edge of his bed, unzips my boots, and runs his big hands up my calves.

My smooth, shaven legs.

He touches me reverently, and it’s addictive. It makes me shudder.

His hands play with the hem of my skirt, then my sweater, his dark eyes glinting. He lifts it over my head, and I help him along, taking off my cami next, and my skirt too.

Then I’m in only a red lace bra with white stripes and matching panties. His eyes widen as he takes in my lingerie.

“Merry Christmas to me, and it’s not even Thanksgiving,” he says, his voice smoky.

I give him a naughty grin. “I thought you might like the holiday decor. Since you do seem to enjoy Christmas decorations.”

Running his fingers over the lacy material of my bra, he asks, “And is this what we’d call a candy cane cocktail?”

I shake my head, letting my gaze drift down his long, tall frame, settling on the zipper of his jeans, a grin playing on my lips. “No, but I’m hoping that is.”

He shakes his head. “Such a dirty girl.”

Then he kicks off his shoes, flops on the bed next to me, and pulls me over so I’m straddling him. His hands rise, threading through my hair, and he brings me down for another kiss.

Only this one is hotter.

Deeper.

Fevered.

It’s a prelude to the rest of the night.

The trouble is . . .

I break the kiss. “You’re still dressed.”

He looks down at his Henley as if shocked. “Yeah, what’s up with that? Why aren’t you getting me naked, woman?”

I press my hands to his chest and shoot him a saucy look. “Because you keep kissing me and distracting me, that’s why.”

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