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beneath her hands. He relaxed after a few seconds. For only a fraction of that time did she want to run her hands up over his pecs and then down, just to see what he'd do. Teasing Adam probably wasn't something she should do if not prepared for his kind of retaliation. Those thoughts floated away after she got a good look into his fridge.
    “You have portobello mushrooms and fresh parsley and feta.” Charlotte hoped she was the only one who could hear how breathless she sounded. “You're evil.”
    His shoulders flexed, rippling the taut muscles beneath the T-shirt. Just that quickly  she forgot about the food. She wanted to splay her hands on his bare skin and let her palms ride that ripple of muscle. She had no doubt her DNA would feel it. 
    Okay. Personal truth: What she didn't want to touch on his body was probably a shorter list. So his muscles, anything on his person was something she wanted to damn near feel in her DNA.
    Adam glanced at her, exhaled a harsh breath as though he could read that want on her face, and then he grabbed the wine bottle. “I made a quick call after class.”
    She huffed, the hot spurt of need for him cooling off. “You wanted me to cook for you?”
    The corner of his mouth kicked up into a smile. “Did you see the way I demolished that cornbread? I'd be stupid and a liar to say the hope didn't cross my mind. Also, I have a rare weekend off. My kitchen only had crumbs.”
    Once again, he cupped her face with his free hand. The innocent contact never felt calming, not when she struggled to breathe instead of moan. The action wasn't thoughtless. Every time, a flash of something she couldn't pinpoint would darken his gaze as though he had needed some part of them to connect.
    “So…” Her voice sounded high, thready. She couldn't help it. “You don't like to waste opportunities. I think that's something about you that I really like. Though, it's…intimidating.”
    His thumb moved back and forth across her cheek then trailed down to her neck, right on her pulse. Her heart pounded, and her skin felt like it was on fire from the simple caress. It was maddening and unfair that he came equipped with the power to render her into a trembling, aching mess with a touch.
    So when Adam asked, his deep timbre another caress along her senses, “Spend the weekend with me, and maybe you'll like it for sure,” she had to swallow the urge to scream yes and then tackle him to the floor.
    Think . He'd given her his warning speech in the classroom, but she still needed to know the parameters—needed reassurance, really.
    “Not just the night?” she asked.
    “I told you,” he said, letting his long stride eat the space between them, “it was never just for tonight. Tonight is just the start.”
    Her scalp tingled at the proximity of him. “Oh.”
    “That's all you have to say?” The intensity in the simple words seemed to waft off him.
    Her stomach flipped under the pull of his need. She didn't encourage that kind of emotion. Never, ever. Adam probably met, and likely turned down, a much more skilled seductress on a daily basis for the last six months. So what woman did he see when he looked at her? What kind of woman could he not turn away? Charlotte wanted to meet her, to be that woman all the time, because that kind of woman could make the world kneel at her feet.
    What did it say about Charlotte that even a small part of her craved to be that kind of woman?
    He kissed her quickly, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth, and that simple expression dissolved her every thought.
    “I love how chatty you are,” he teased. He also pushed her back, step after step until he had guided her into the kitchen nook.
    He dropped his hand from her stomach then offered her the wine bottle. “I'll be right back with the glasses.”
    She leaned against the cherry wood table, her grip tight on the chilled bottle, watching the way he simply moved. Each stride was sure, but there was almost a cocky bounce to