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Our eyes locked across the crowded club. Hugh’s lips spread into a wide grin as he nodded his head toward me.

Fleur nudged me. “Aren’t you glad you came up here and danced? Now he sees he has competition.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Look.”

I followed her gaze. Sure enough, guys were standing near the platform, watching us dancing. Hugh made his way through the crowd, walking toward the platform.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

I grinned, relishing the sound of his crisp British accent. He was so hot. And I was ready for him. “Hi.”

“Can I give you a hand?”

I took his outstretched palm, putting my hand in his. Our fingers locked as he pulled me down from the platform, one hand firmly on my waist. As I slid down, our bodies brushed against each other.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

I grinned. “I wondered if you would be here tonight.”

“I’m glad I am. Can I get you a drink?”

His hand was so much larger than mine; it was impossible not to feel tiny in his presence. I liked it. I liked everything about him. We walked to the bar together.

He ordered our drinks and guided me to a bench near the DJ booth. He draped his arm around my shoulders, his lips just skimming my ear. His hand played with the ends of my hair, the backs of his fingers barely touching the exposed skin above my collarbone. His touch was soothing…and not. It felt like the start of something. I just wasn’t entirely sure what.

Hugh pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting mine. “I’ve been wanting to touch you since the first day we met.”

Holy shit.

“Here.” He pressed a swift kiss to my neck. “And here.” His lips grazed my skin. “And definitely here.” Hugh’s head leaned in closer, his minty breath filling my nostrils. His lips brushed against mine. I opened my mouth slightly, a sigh escaping.

It was all the invitation he needed.

Hugh deepened the kiss, his hands reaching out to pull me forward onto his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling our bodies closer together. His body felt hard beneath mine and I couldn’t resist the urge to press against him, to wrap my body around his strength.

Instinctively I looped my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies in closer contact, pulling him towards me. Someone—possibly me—moaned. His hand moved from my waist, sneaking up my leg, beginning at my ankle, gradually, leisurely, traveling north.

My body burned everywhere.

Anywhere else our behavior would have earned some strange looks and—given the way his hands roamed over my body—possibly an arrest. But this was London. We were just another couple in a long line of couples making out in the nightclub. The anonymity of the dark and the music made it feel like we were in our own private world. It was so easy to get lost in his kiss.

“Come back to my place,” Hugh whispered, his hand high on my thigh.

I stilled, my heart pounding. After what must have been an hour with Hugh’s hands and lips all over my body, I felt like saying yes to anything.

“Maggie?”

I jerked away from Hugh. Mya stood behind me, a grin on her face.

“We’re about to go. Do you need a ride?”

I was a virgin. He was twenty-seven. And so obviously not a virgin. If we went back to Hugh’s place, he was going to want to pick up where we left off. And I doubted he would stop with a kiss. He was hot—and he was an amazing kisser—and I totally wasn’t ready for him.

I turned toward Hugh. “I’m really sorry, but I should go. I had a great time, though.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe.”

I was surprised at how easily he accepted it.

He pulled out a cell phone from his jacket pocket. “Why don’t you give me your number and we can go out to dinner sometime?”

Yes!

“Sure.” I struggled to keep my voice nonchalant. I pressed the number into his phone, struggling with the keys.

Hugh leaned back on the bench, his face flushed, his lips swollen. He looked every inch the satisfied male. Well, somewhat satisfied. “I’ll see you around, babe.”

I walked out of Babel, feeling as if I was walking on air.

As we gathered our stuff to leave, my gaze met Samir’s. He looked through me, turning to Fleur, not even bothering to speak English. He acted like I didn’t exist.

Was he judging me for making out with Hugh in the same spot I’d kissed him? A pang of guilt hit me. I’d never been that girl, never understood how girls could bounce from one guy to the next. I was the serious girl, the one who didn’t take things lightly, who didn’t do flings. I wanted a relationship—wanted something solid.