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that, tiny dancer.”
    The endearment earned him a high-pitched little cry, vibrating from her throat into
     his fingers. His bloodstream thundered in response. His cock surged through his pants,
     against her stomach.
    “Hell,” she gasped.
    “Feels a lot more like heaven to me.”
    “Please. We can’t.”
    He drew back a little, making sure her gaze was consumed with the hot intent of his.
     “I’m going to kiss you, baby girl. If you still believe that when I’m done, then I’ll
     turn around, leave you alone, and never bother you again. Sound fair?”
    She blinked hard. With every dip of her dark lashes, her eyes glittered more intensely.
     Her chest pumped, deep and hard. Technically, none of it told him yes.
    But none of it was no.
    He fitted their bodies together. Slammed his mouth atop hers. As he did, his spirit
     pumped a fist with its revision to his battle wisdom from earlier.
    Small actions could definitely determine outcomes.
    But bold actions created awesome explosions.

Chapter Four
     
    She was in trouble.
    Hot, wonderful, beautiful gobs of it.
    Shane Burnett and his mouth—and his hands, and his arms, and his thighs—were the hard,
     incredible ring leaders of the mess. Even before he prodded her lips open with his
     mouth, he brought a waterfall of heat to her blood, a cascade of need to her skin,
     a profound pleasure to every sense she possessed—and probably a few new ones, too.
     As he deepened their kiss, she matched his rough growl with a whimper that echoed
     through every corner of her body at once.
    He consumed her already—as she knew he would.
    Pulled out every dark, sinful craving of her soul again—as she feared he would.
    A corner of her mind tried to rationalize the sensations. Holy shit. Waterfalls? Cascades? Cravings ? Would she next start comparing the man’s touch to a shower of rainbow-colored stars?
     She was being melodramatic, plain and simple. But could she be blamed? The only male
     touch she’d known since January had been from the guys in the show, who fantasized
     about caressing each other when they had to fondle her for the steamier numbers. Dating
     hadn’t been a consideration. After the disastrous night in the dungeon that had officially
     ended her relationship with Bryce, vanilla and D/s-wise, she’d declared herself an intimacy disaster zone. Ten months later, it
     was simply easier to keep the barriers up.
    There was nothing safe about Shane Burnett. Nothing remotely easy.
    From the moment their eyes had met in the bar, every passing minute had been torture.
     Battling not to notice him. Gravitate toward him. Stare at him. Smell him.
    Fantasize about being with him…exactly like this.
    He groaned against her lips as he shifted their bodies, making room for the door to
     thump shut behind them. Zoe sucked in a harsh breath through her nose, yearning to
     keep the contact of their mouths intact. Shane groaned his approval, spreading her
     lips wide before sweeping his tongue into the deepest corners of her mouth. His hands
     splayed to her shoulders, dropped along her rib cage, and finally gripped her hips
     in fierce possession, sliding her against the bulge now reigning over the apex of
     his thighs.
    He finally pulled back, fanning her face with his lustful breaths, dropping his face
     to the top of her head. “Please don’t tell me the Samaritan points are still my only
     option tonight.”
    She smile. “Please don’t tell me that running after the kids is mine.”
    He answered that by screwing his grip tighter to her hips and hiking her higher on
     the wall so he could kiss her at a direct angle. Holy hell . She’d scoffed at comparing the man’s touch to stars but her body felt like a damn
     meteor shower as he controlled her positioning against him…the blatant slide of her
     pussy along his huge erection.
    “Speaking of the kids,” he said against her lips, “how long do you think we have?”
    Zoe pried her eyes open. “How long? For