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body is craving him, but his words intoxicate me.
    “So, no sex? At all?” I sound like a child whose candy has been taken away.
    “Not tonight,” he says with a smile.
    He takes a deep breath, kisses my forehead, and takes my hand. I grab the blanket and we go back inside. His music is still playing.
    He takes the blanket from my hands and throws it on the long blue couch to my right. “Would you like a tour?”
    I’m still frowning over the no sex comment, but the idea of seeing the rest of his home perks up my mood and I nod.
    He laces his fingers through mine.
    “Thank you for joining our tour today, Miss Conner, we are delighted to have you with us.”
    I laugh at his tour guide voice and relax a bit. He does have a way of making me laugh.
    “You’ve seen the kitchen.”
    “I love the kitchen.”
    He smiles and pulls me down a hallway pointing out a powder room, and a spare bedroom. At the end of the hall is another closed door, but he waves it off and says, “Just storage for now.”
    He leads me back to the great room and up a flight of stairs to a large loft area that he’s using as a TV room, with more plush furniture. The flat screen mounted to the wall is huge, and I can’t help but laugh.
    “What’s so funny?” he looks at the TV and I snicker.
    “Boys and their big TV’s.”
    He chuckles and leads me through to another spare bedroom and bathroom.
    On the opposite side of the loft, with more floor to ceiling windows showing off the view, is the master suite. It’s huge, with large scale white furniture and green, blue and khaki accents. It’s incredibly peaceful.
    His master bath is beautiful, with a large egg-shaped tub separate from the shower that could be a room all on its own.
    I gasp in delight when he shows me the walk in closet.
    “Women and their closets,” he’s laughing at me, and I can’t help but join him.
    “This, my friend, is a fantastic closet.”
    “Yes, it is.” He agrees, and squeezes my hand, then leads me back through the bedroom and down the stairs to the great room.
    I’m suddenly uncomfortable, and before I can change my mind, I pull gently on his hand and wrap my arms around his waist, linking my fingers together at the small of his back, and into a big hug. His arms fold around my shoulders and he kisses my hair, inhaling my scent.
    “Thanks for dinner.” I murmur into his chest.
    “Anytime.”
    “Thanks for the tour.”
    I feel his smile against my head.
    “Anytime.”
    “Thanks for your phone number.”
    He chuckles and pulls back. “I recommend you use it.”
    “I will.” I pull out of his arms and grab my purse. It’s time to go home and think about this sweet, sexy man. I certainly can’t think when I’m with him.
    He walks behind me out to my car, pulls his photos out of the back and takes them inside, then returns to me to open my door.
    “Let me know that you get home safely.” The shadows from his house lights are playing across his face, the light reflecting in his gorgeous eyes.
    “Okay, bossy man.” I chuckle up at him.
    “Bossy?” He purses his lips like he’s giving it some thought, then smirks.
    “Maybe a little bossy.”
    He leans down and touches me, just with his lips, running them lightly over mine. “Good night, beautiful.”
    “Goodnight.” Swoon! Jeez, he’s just so yummy. I’m thankful that I have enough wits about me to climb into my car and get my seatbelt on. He walks back to his doorstep and waves me off as I pull down his driveway.
    Holy shit.
    ***
    I sling my purse on the hallway table by my front door, throw my keys in the key bowl and dig for my phone. I heard it ping when I was driving home, and I know exactly who it’s from.
    “Nat, is that you?” I hear Jules’
    stilettos click smartly on the hardwood between the living room and the foyer.
    “Yeah, I’m home.”
    Thank you for today. Please let me know when you get home. –Luke I smile and want to jump up and down in giddiness.
    “Well, I guess