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“Woah, steady there.” I catch her, hauling her against me before she face-plants the floor.

“Oh, God, it could only happen to me. And my mom’s dress,” she says miserably, seeing the hole in the hem.

“Hey, the dress can be fixed. The shoes, too,” I reassure her.

She sighs and kicks off her shoes. “It’s fine. I should have taken these stupid things off. And at least it didn’t happen earlier.” She leans against the wall, seemingly catching her breath. Her eyes are on the ceiling, but mine are on her.

Possibilities run through my head, and rationality isn’t winning. Because I saw the way other men looked at her tonight. Even those with their wives were openly ogling her. Can I stand by and watch her dating someone else? Get married? Have kids?

Hell, no. Not without exploring this spark between us.

“I’m sorry,” I call to her over the noise.

She looks down with a frown. “For what?”

“For this.”

I move, trapping her against the wall, one hand on either side of her head. My lips meet hers, and it’s like she’s my oxygen underwater. I can’t let her go. When my mouth covers hers, Brenna opens up for me, allowing my tongue to slip between her lips.

I explore every inch, tasting her sweetness. Something in my mind explodes, and all thought is officially gone. Everything but Brenna.

I kiss Brenna with long, drugging strokes of my tongue, feeling her passion ignite as she wiggles her hips against me. She loops her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes and pulling me down. God, she’s so fucking sexy it hurts.

My fingers slide down her sides, and I dig them into her hips, hauling her closer. Her full breasts press against my chest, and I groan, thinking about having her under me, over me, as I slide inside her.

The rest of the world slips awayas we devour each other. No guilt. No remorse. No consequences. Just the beautiful woman in my arms and our need for each other.

Brenna breaks the kiss, coming up for air, but I’m not done with her yet. I trail my lips across her jaw and down her neck, licking and nibbling every inch of skin along the way.

I pull back a breath, but I don’t move away. She doesn’t make a move. Her chest heaves with her jerky breaths. Her cheeks are flushed.

I caress her cheek with my thumb and stare at her lips. “Maybe we should get out of here a little early,” I say nice and low.

She nods, her breathing still rapid.

I move back so she can pick up her shoes. She takes my hand, and we head outside, quickly retrieving my car from the parking attendant.

James will never forgive me for this. But I’ll never forgive myself if I let Brenna go.

ChapterSix

Brenna

We stumble through the door,and my dress is the first to come off.

“Damn it. You’re wearing too many clothes,” Roman growls, noting my corset and all the other layers under my mom’s dress. The one now lying in a heap somewhere near the front door.

“So are you,” I breathe, attacking the buttons on his shirt and tugging it out from his pants.

He shrugs it off to the ground, and then we’re both tearing at the stays on my corset.

“If this weren’t so damned sexy, I’d have half a mind to cut it in half,” he mutters, his fingers busy releasing ribbons and bows.

My core heats and aches, a sensation I’m not as familiar with as one would think a twenty-one-year-old would be. But I’ve been saving it.

I didn’t think it was for anything or anyone specific, but now I know. It’s always been Roman.

“I have half a mind to let you,” I say with a breathless laugh as we get to the last few clasps.