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“You’ve got good taste,” Sawyer said.

I smiled against his lips. “Don’t I always?”

His lips brushed mine softly, almost tentatively, like he was testing the waters.

This kiss—it wasn’t like the first one in the park. That had been spontaneous, heated, driven by raw attraction.

This one was different. Careful. Gentle. It made me wonder if it had something to do with what I told him earlier.

When he finally pulled away, our hot breath mingled in the cool night air.

I wanted more, but I didn’t want to seem like I was just waiting for him to kiss me again. I grinned and said, “The calamari was better.”

Sawyer blinked, then threw his head back and laughed—a real, deep laugh that sent warmth surging through my chest.

Before I knew it, I’d grabbed him, pulling him back into me.

This kiss was different. Harder. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer as my fingers threaded through his hair.

He pushed me back against the door, pressing his body against mine.

His hands slid lower, down to my hips, then to my ass, and I felt a shiver run up my spine as his touch sent sparks of electricity through me.

His lips were hot, insistent, and I could feel the fire building between us as our bodies pressed together.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, the cold air cooling the heat between us just enough.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper, “You coming up?”

Chapter 10

Sawyer

“Definitely,” I answered. The moment we stepped inside Casey’s apartment, his lips touched mine, and a spark ignited deep within me.

Just like that, all the restraint I’d been holding onto snapped. I slid my hand up his back, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.

The feel of his body against mine sent a surge of heat through me.

I couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, letting my tongue explore the warm, familiar taste of him. Casey responded eagerly.

Threading my hands through his hair, I tugged just enough to make him groan. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more—needed more.

I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands down his sides, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt.

Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I slipped my fingers under his shirt.

His stomach was warm and smooth, and I traced patterns on his skin, feeling the way his breath hitched when I touched him.

Casey pulled back slightly, just enough to catch his breath, his lips red and swollen from our kiss.

His eyes were dark, filled with the same desire that was coursing through me.

“Do you want a beer or something?” he asked, his voice husky and low.

I shook my head, not wanting to break the connection between us.

“I just want you,” I said, my voice rough with need.