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him and him alone. He reached across the table, took her hand again and looked directly into her beautiful root beer colored, almond shaped eyes.
    “I love the shape of your eyes, the way they tilt up at the sides. You look…exotic.” She looked at him like she didn’t believe him, but he was genuinely interested. “Let me guess. You’re mixed with Indian, perhaps?”
    “Actually, I am,” she said, impressed he’d totally hit the mark. Most people thought she was part Asian or Mexican or something, then took one look at her long, kinky, curly hair and were completely confused. “I’m black and Native American. My family on my mother’s side is Blackfeet and Lakota Sioux. And a little bit of Choctaw mixed in, though I’m not sure how since that tribe is so far south of the others.”
    “That’s pretty cool. We have a little bit of Cheyenne in our family, but it’s so far removed I couldn’t begin to tell you anything about it. What about you?”
    “Well, I have an older brother who actually speaks Lakota fluently. I only know a few words,” she said, deciding how much to reveal about herself. Just because she felt she could trust him didn’t change the fact that they’d just met. “My kids and I powwow every summer with our adopted family. In fact, my daughter and I are both pretty good fancy shawl dancers and my son is a serious grass dancer. Won first place last year at the Annual Golden Powwow.”
    “Golden?”
    “Yeah,” she said slowly, a bit of unintentional “duh” in her tone, “as in Golden, Colorado. It’s a town. You know, where they make Coors beer.” She laughed when he wrinkled up his nose and made a disgusted sound at the thought of actually drinking Coors beer. “So you’re a beer snob? Say it ain’t so!”
    His hand flew to his heart in a dramatic gesture. “I’m afraid it’s much worse than that, beauty. If it comes in a can that doesn’t say Coke, it doesn’t get anywhere near these lips.”
    His lopsided grin appeared, and the butterflies in her stomach came out to play again. The damned things should have been exhausted by now. Did butterflies take naps?
    “So what does get near those lips?” she teased and propped her elbow on the table. She rested her palm in her chin and regarded him boldly. Whoa! Since when did she know how to flirt? Goodness, how many times was she going to surprise herself tonight?
    * Perhaps this man brings it naturally out of you? *
    ‘Shhh, Sapa.’ She’d never heard the big cat sound so saucy. ‘You’re going to make me laugh out loud, then he’ll think I’m crazy,’ she growled silently, trying to keep her expression steady.
    “So you want to know what gets near these lips?” he asked, giving her own question back to her. “Only the best, I assure you.”
    Their drinks arrived and Delaine burst out laughing. The man had ordered Shirley Temple drinks for both of them, and hers had an extra cherry!
    The best? Definitely!
     
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    Justin heard himself talk her into a slow dance. He took her in his arms and immediately regretted it. Barely managing to behave, his fingers itched to slip low on her back and tease the luscious curve at the top of her ass. Arms wrapped securely around her firm body, his nose buried itself in the top of her soft curly chignon, careful not to disturb the elegant style. Nudging her chin up with his nose, he urged her to lift her head so he could kiss her then kiss her some more. Mmm, she tasted and felt so good. And when she gave him delicious slow slips of her tongue and little nips of her teeth, he got so hard he could have played nine innings with his dick. Damn, if he didn’t get her off the dance floor soon, he’d come in his pants.
    To Delaine, Justin’s kisses were like chocolate—rich and addictive. She couldn’t hold back her soft moans as he nibbled and sucked on her tongue. He pressed closer and she gulped. Lord, the man was hard as a rock and huge against her stomach. Feeling his