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“Tell me,” he said, struggling for the smooth, polished words that never eluded him in the courtroom. Failing to find them, he simply asked, “Is it just me?”

“No,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to taste you, too.”

Ethan’s eyes never left hers as he placed his drink on the table and then took hers from her hand and set it next to his.

He leaned in and she met him halfway. Their lips brushed in a tentative kiss. The contact lasted less than a second, but answered the other question that had plagued him since she’d met him at the door.

Yes, her peach-slicked mouth tasted as good it looked, he thought. Better.

Tia moaned softly and her lips parted. Fueled by the breathless assent, Ethan threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer. He brought his mouth down on hers, and his tongue plundered the depths of its honeyed sweetness. She tasted like peaches. An exotic fragrance clung to her skin, reminiscent of jasmine and hot summer nights.

Ethan didn’t want to analyze it. All he knew was he couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent. Of her.

Tia’s hands gripped the collar of his shirt and tugged.