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“Ally,” Chris whispered, the sound slowly filtering though the erotic haze around her, and she shivered at hearing her name on his lips.

She opened her eyes to find him staring intently at her, his fingers still tangled in her hair and his thumbs gently stroking her temples.

“If you plan on actually having dinner tonight, we should probably stop.” His fingers slid out of her hair; a rueful smile played on his lips.

Dinner? She didn’t give a tinker’s damn about dinner. The only thing she was hungry for was the man plastered against her like some kind of fantasy in the flesh.

Chris shifted his weight and Ally tightened her grip to keep him from moving away. Indecision nibbled at her. She should let him go. A lifetime’s experience of responsibility and rationality told her to backtrack to the getting-to-know-you steps they’d leapfrogged over with that kiss.

I don’t want to.

The realization shook her to the soles of her plain brown sandals. Her sandals that were practical, boring, and suddenly symbolic of her entire existence. She didn’t even have sexy, pretty shoes in her life—much less men like Chris.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, dithering with herself. When she looked up to meet his eyes she saw the heat and the question there, and her decision became crystal-clear.

“I’m not in the least bit hungry. But if you are I do know a place that delivers to my hotel.”