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“Lorelei …”

It was now or never. If she walked away now she’d regret it. But this was a huge risk; if Donovan turned her down, her humiliation would be everlasting.

Rising up on her toes, until only inches separated them, she dug deep and let the ache inside her force the words out. “I want to know.”

Sensations hit her with the force of a hurricane, canceling out her higher brain functions. The feel and taste of Donovan was both new and familiar at the same time, giving reality to what had only been a vague craving before.

His mouth was hot and demanding, each stroke of his tongue licking her like fire and sending sensation searing through her entire body. The solid bulk of his chest pressed against hers, anchoring her to the brick wall at her back and trapping her in a cage of warm male flesh.

It was divine.

This was what she’d been trying to remember. This was what her body knew, what her skin had been trying to tell her about. Memories of the sensations butted at her brain, allowing her to savor the anticipation of the next touch, the next taste, while somehow knowing how good it would be at the same time.

“My house is seven blocks from here.”

She felt Donovan smile against her temple as his hands splayed across the small of her back to pull her even closer. “Mine’s four.”

Her decision had been made the moment she touched him, but when he didn’t move she realized Donovan must be waiting for a response.

“Sounds good.”