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“Oh my God,” I gasp, my cheek pressed to his warm ear.

It takes everything in me to stay upright as I come, my arms and legs shaking with effort and exertion.

It takes me a breathy few seconds, or an entire minute before my mind returns and I think,Holy shit. An orgasm from dancing?

Did he notice? Stupid question. Of course he did. Why else would you have tried to pop his head off by choke holding him?

I draw back an inch, swallowing my rapid breaths and peek at him, but my body melts into him, practically purring against his chest.

There’s a smug look of arrogance plastered on his face. Oh yeah, he fucking noticed all right.

Did the last five minutes really just happen?

Fuck me. If he can do that dancing, imagine what he can do in bed?

I certainly am.

He kisses the side of my neck. “Don’t be embarrassed. Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I bet he’s said that before. In fact, Iguaranteehe has.

Caleb’s mouth meets the base of my throat and his tongue darts out, dragging up my overly heated skin. Burying his lips in my neck, kissing and biting, but never once do they make their way to my lips. The heat of his mouth covers my skin, and I fight the urge again not to collapse at his feet. At least there’s comfort in knowing since he’s a firefighter, he probably knows CPR.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he growls, as though he can’t take this dancing any longer. “Goddamn,” he mumbles against my skin and the angle of our bodies changes, his hips making contact with the side of my hip. He’s hard all right, and when that monster is let loose, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.

Moaning slightly, I close my eyes and let my head loll back at the sound of his ragged breathing. I have to stop myself before I beg him to take me in a bathroom.

Pushing against his shoulders, I attempt to reason with the two of us. Mostly me, I think. “Okay, let’s set some rules. I wanted to make Judah jealous, not get pregnant.”

I’m mostly teasing.

His lips hover over mine, but he doesn’t attempt to kiss me. Instead, his voice is rough, and he dips his head, laughing lightly against my neck. “You should have thought about thatbeforeyou sat on my lap.”

Oh shit. His laugh is adorable.

“Um, thanks for that.” I motion between my legs. While I think it’s fairly obvious by the flush of my cheeks and the slickness in my panties, maybe he doesn’t know what he’s just done for me. Or wait, he does. He told me not to be embarrassed.

As I’m waiting for some sort of response, Caleb does that thing where he wets his bottom lip once again. His eyes search my face for what I have no clue. “It’s Caleb. Thank you,Caleb.” And then he waits.

Oh, I see what he’s doing there. Clever. He wants me to say his name.

I want to scream it now.

Quick, react or you’re screwed!

Then I laugh and it’s louder than normal, a bit giggly and I know it’s a product of the alcohol, or maybe the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. Probably a little of both. “I’m starving!” I yell into his ear, my entire body in line with his.

That’s what you say in a moment like this? Dumbass. But the dumbass in me has a point. Sobering up might be a good idea.

Caleb’s hands stay on my hips, his mouth and lips grazing the side of my neck as he asks, “We can go back to my place, or I could fuck you in the bathroom here.”

I falter, trying to grasp that he thinks I’d fuck him in a bathroom. Who am I kidding? I would but seriously, he thinks I’m talking about sex when I say I’m starving?

I blink a few times. I like how honest and bold he is.

I am, but I don’t want him to know that just yet.

I know what he’s thinking by the depth of his tone, so I’m quick to say, “For food. I’m hungry forfood. And then we can go back to your place.”

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