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Ignoring the ripple in my belly, I press on. “I didn’t want to show up here and seduce you and leave even the faintest possibility that you’d think I’d done it for my mother.”

“I see.” He’s guarded now, and I get it.

I lick my lips again. “But that doesn’t erase the fact that I wanted to show up here and seduce you for my own reasons.” There, I said it. “And I thought maybe you’d appreciate the honesty.”

Pluck—or is it stupidity?—forces me not to look away. To hold his gaze and await his response. At least I put it out there. I came and said what I wanted to say, and maybe that’s enough.

“Lana.” The gravel in his voice stirs something in my chest. It’s the first time he’s said my name like that.

“What?”

He stares at me a long time. “That was really fucking brave.”

“Thank you.” It feels good to hear, though it’s not what most girls want to hear in response to seduction.

Holding his eyes, I manage a hint of a smile. “I guess that wasn’t my best seduction attempt.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” His eyes dip down to my cleavage, and I shiver. “That might be the hottest thing ever.”

“My tits without a bra, or?—”

“You telling the truth.” He drags his eyes back to my face. “You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

My eyes dart to the front of his pants without permission. “I might have some idea.”

A low, throaty chuckle rumbles out of him. Slowly, so slowly we may as well be swimming through mango pudding, he slides his fingers through my hair. As he draws us together, I whimper.

“Dal.” That’s all I get out before his lips find mine.

He’s kissing me deep, slow, and so sure of himself I feel my toes curl. It’s different from last time, more intense. As his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I let out a gasp that sounds like I’m drowning.

Dal pulls back and looks deep in my eyes. “Tell me now if you don’t really want this.”

Is he crazy? “I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you.” That’s the God’s honest truth, and it makes him smile.

“Same,” he whispers. “What took us so long?”

I don’t answer because I honestly don’t know. As he eases me back on the couch, he breaks the kiss to look deep in my eyes. “Is it okay we’re not in a car?”

I laugh and wrap my arms around him, anchoring my nails in his bare shoulder. “Yeah,” I murmur. “More than okay.”

His muscles bunch and tense beneath my palms, then relax as he goes back to kissing me. The thick length of him grazes the sensitive heat between my legs and I grind back, hungry for more. More friction, more heat, moreDal.

“Please,” I whimper and he pushes up on his forearms.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looks at me a long time, undressing me with his eyes. I feel practically naked, with no bra shielding me beneath this thin gray tee.

Then his hand finds the hem of my shirt and I can’t wait for him to peel it off. “Please,” I beg again.

He yields this time, stripping me bare from the waist up. As he tosses my T-shirt aside, his eyes rake my torso. Not just my breasts, though my nipples pucker under his heated gaze.

“Soft,” he growls, dipping his head to the hollow of my throat. “You’re so fucking soft.”

I arch up again, crying out as he kisses a path between my collarbone and the top of one breast. One big hand cups me from the side, guiding my nipple to his mouth. As his tongue strokes the peak, I come unglued.

“Oh my God.” My voice sounds ragged. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.” He sucks me again, harder this time. He’s feasting on me like I’m a five-course meal he ordered off an exclusive menu.

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