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green bottle fly landed on his jeans. He flicked it off with thumb and forefinger. It recovered and buzzed past Tasha’s ear. She waved an annoyed hand through the air before returning focus to her ice cream. Luke watched her, mesmerized by the swirl of her pink tongue around the green scoop of ice cream. Her eyes closed, and she hummed in approval. The sound of her quiet little moan went straight from his ears to his groin. Images of her mouth on his dick sent all his blood racing southward from his brain.  
    They said only once, but once more sounded better. She needed to get over this crazy hang-up of hers. She thought friends couldn’t be lovers. He wanted to prove her wrong out of sheer stubbornness. Who better to love than someone you already liked?  
    A drop of ice cream clung to the corner of Tasha’s mouth. With the pad of his thumb, he swept it away and popped it into his mouth. Their eyes met, and he considered touching her with more than his thumb. He cleared his throat and straightened. The tip of her tongue swept across her lower lip with tantalizing slowness, and she traced a finger over her cleavage. A tiny smile curved her mouth. Mirth sparkled in her eyes. The little shit was playing with him. He balled up his napkin and threw it at her.
    “You’re such a dude,” she said, and rolled her eyes in feminine superiority.  
    “That was mean,” he replied. “Now we’re going to have to wait until this boner goes down before we can leave.”
    A trickle of melted ice cream ran down the side of her cone and across her fingers. She popped each digit into her mouth and sucked it clean, her gaze never leaving his.  
    “Sounds like a problem,” she said.
    “Unless you want to help me out,” he said, only half joking.  
    The irises of her eyes glowed, green-brown in the sunlight. She hopped up from the picnic table and sauntered over to him, stopping inches away. His heart kicked against his ribs. A light wind ruffled the tendrils of hair around her oval face and stirred the scent of her lavender shampoo. The challenge in her eyes roused his competitive nature. If this was a game, he was all in.

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    When they got back to her apartment, Tasha went straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. Luke followed on her heels, so close he bumped into her when she stopped at the sink. He trapped her against the counter, one hand on either side of her hips. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her smile. She knew it was wrong to tease him, but it was fun to see him squirm.  
    “You’re playing with fire, you know,” he growled in her ear.  
    “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said with an innocent smile and ducked beneath his arm.  
    Being in close proximity with him all day, smelling his cologne, and feeling the scratch of his stubble on her cheek when he hugged her only aggravated the nagging attraction between them. She itched to put her hands on him, to feel his hard chest one more time and run her hands down the smooth curve of his back. A needy ache grew between her legs, made all the worse because she could do nothing about it. With perverse pleasure, she decided he might as well suffer too.
    “What you did to that poor ice cream cone…” He hooked a finger in the belt loop of her jean skirt and tugged her forward. She batted his hand away. “I’m still hard.”
    The amber of his eyes darkened to a deeper caramel as they took her in from head to toe, sliding over her like a sensual pair of hands, and returned to her face. She lifted herself onto the kitchen island, and with her bare foot on his chest, pushed him back a step. He grabbed her ankle and held it between his warm palms.  
    “Oh, come on. You were totally into it and you know it. I had no idea ice cream turned you on.”
    “It wasn’t the ice cream.” His gaze dropped to her mouth and her pulse sped up. “It was your tongue. All I could think about was how good it would feel on my dick. And wonder if