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makes me smile,” she added. Her tempting lips curved upward.
    Everything inside of Nick went a bit haywire. A new sensation.
    Pushing away from the wall, he took those last few steps between them. “That all sounds pretty specific, Vix. Like you’ve put some thought into it.”
    “Maybe a little,” she murmured. Her head finally dipped, as though to hide the deepening of her blush.
    Nick’s pulse jumped. He lifted a hand and swept his fingertips lightly over her cheek. Her breath caught. He grinned.
    “You’re always a bit breathless around me , Vix.”
    Her chin tilted and her gaze flitted to his, their eyes locking again.
    “Why’d you come by today?” he asked.
    She gnawed her lip. “I’m not sure.”
    “Could it have something to do with that kiss the other day?”
    “I didn’t notice you walking around the square, hanging mistletoe over anyone else’s head.”
    “It was only meant for you.”
    She inhaled deeply.
    He rushed on. “We’re getting too old to play coy, don’t you think?”
    Heat flickered in her eyes, but shock crossed her pretty face.
    “Maybe we should admit we’re more into each other than we’ve let on,” he suggested.
    She didn’t scoff at him—or whirl around and march off in a huff. For which he was grateful.
    She asked, “Would there be a point to that?”
    “One way to find out, right? I told you I want to be the only one for you. Now that I know you haven’t been with anyone else, I’m kind of thinking you might feel the same.”
    “I’m not really your type, I’m—”
    “Vix.” He cupped the side of her face with his hand. “Are your toes curling right now?”
    She gasped, clearly taken aback. Then let out a puff of air. “Yes. Always, when you’re around.”
    His head bent and he whispered, “So I’m the one you’re looking for—the one you want.”
    “Nick—”
    “Say it, Vix,” he quietly insisted. “If it’s true, then come right out and say it.”
    She hedged.
    “Damn it, Vix,” he all but growled. “Tell me—”
    “Yes, okay?” she suddenly said. “I want you. It’s always been you.”
    He would have shouted his hell, yes , FINALLY! from the rooftops, but didn’t want to lose the intensity of the moment. So he dipped his head that extra inch and pressed his lips to hers.
    Vix seemed startled for all of two seconds. Then her lips parted and his tongue slipped inside, twisting and tangling. Nick’s hand alongside her face shoved through her thick, silken curls. His other hand gripped her waist, pulling her tightly to him so that her breasts nestled below the hard ledge of his pecs.
    He kissed her deeply, unleashing all the pent-up passion that had never been satisfied—because it had all been meant for Vixen.
    She clasped his bicep with one hand and splayed the other palm over his back. The inclination of her head shifted with his as they tested different angles, tasted each other, lost themselves in a sizzling kiss.
    Nick had no idea how long this went on and on. But when he eventually dragged his mouth from hers, they were both breathless. And his entire body blazed with an unrelenting need for her.
    Vixen stared up at him, an alluring look on her beautiful face and excitement in her eyes.
    He grinned. “That’s one hell of a start.”
     
    * * *
     
    Vixen couldn’t remember the last time she’d smiled so much that her cheeks actually hurt. Yet, she couldn’t contain the grin, no matter what. That kiss Nick had given her was more potent than moonshine, intoxicating her and making her so warm and fuzzy inside that she’d had to change into a tank top and shorts when she’d returned home. Despite the slight chill in the air, she’d been burning up most of the night.
    She’d left Nick with a smile on his face, too. And the promise of something electric and unexpected surrounding them both.
    He hadn’t pushed her further, and she was grateful, needing a little time to process the change in the air, the shock of what had