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Who says he has to be Mr. Right? What’s wrong with Mr. Right Now?

The world had narrowed to three things: Jace’s mouth, Noelle’s fingers and the half a cookie clutched between them.

His breath mingled with hers. “Are you ready?”

In a heartbeat, the cookie vanished from her hand and her index finger was drawn into the warm, wet vortex of his mouth. He worked his way down to her pinkie, tormenting each finger in turn with his lips, teeth and tongue until they were sucked clean.

Oh. My. God.

“I’m still hungry.”

She glanced at the tin in her lap. “There’re more cookies.”

“That’s not what I’m hungry for.”

Jace plucked the tin of cookies off her lap and set it down on the bench behind him.

“I think you know what I want...”