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had I seen an expression so full of ravenous, insatiable lust.
    He kissed me gently, touching my face. “My place. Now .”
    I
FOLLOWED Brandon to his apartment. He had said it was only ten minutes away, and the clock on my dash concurred, but I was sure we’d been driving for hours by the time we pulled into the parking lot.
    My hands shook as I put the car in park. Getting the key out of the ignition might as well have been brain surgery. I started to get out, but something pulled me back, and I cursed as I reached down to unfasten my seatbelt. Jesus Christ, man, get it together .
    When I finally managed to get out of the car, I caught Brandon’s eye. The corner of his mouth pulled up, taking my pulse with it. My heart was pounding in my ears as I followed him across the parking lot, and the gentle pressure of his hand on the small of my back made me stumble.
“Sorry,” he said, grinning at me in the low light.
    I smiled. “What can I say? You’re making me trip over my own feet.”
He licked his lips as he pulled his keys out of his jacket pocket. “Then I guess you would be safer off of your feet, wouldn’t you?” He put the key in the door.
    Every nerve ending tingled. I knew why we were there, but hearing him say that just before we crossed the threshold into his apartment was unsettling. Arousing. Terrifying. It made perfect sense. It confused the hell out of me.
    I followed him down the hall, praying that my feet would stay under me.
The click of the bedroom door closing behind us put me on edge. The entire drive over here couldn’t have gone any slower. I wanted this, I wanted to be here, but now that I was here, my heart wasn’t just pounding with excitement.
    Putting his arms around my neck, he kissed me. I put my hands on his hips and drew him to me, not sure if I was more afraid of being too far away from him or too close to him. His fingers ran through my hair, and I sucked a breath in through my nose.
    His hands trailed down my back, pausing just above the waistband of my jeans. Cool air hit my back as he slowly pulled my shirt up, but it was the sudden warmth of his palms on my skin that made me gasp. My head fell back and his lips were instantly on my neck.
    A moment later, he lifted my shirt off and kissed my neck as his hands explored my back and chest. His fingertips trailed along the edge of one of my tattoos.
“I had a feeling you had ink,” he whispered. He sucked my earlobe between his lips, making my breath catch.
     
I swallowed. “What made you think that?”
    “Just a gut feeling.” He turned his head and flicked his tongue across my shoulder. I brushed his hair off of his neck and kissed the exposed skin, shivering as he released a soft, almost inaudible moan.
    A hint of ink peeked out beneath the back of his collar. I drew a small circle with my tongue at the base of his neck, then said, “So you have some too, I see.”
He raised his head and kissed me. “Want to see them?” My heart thudded. My mouth was dry, so I simply nodded. He stepped back, pulling my breath with him.
    When his shirt was gone, I couldn’t decide what mesmerized me more: the elaborate, colorful tattoos on his biceps, or the hairless, perfectly toned chest and abs. In any other situation, the professional side of me would have been thoroughly impressed by how fit and sculpted he was. At that moment, though, all I could think of was how badly I wanted to touch and taste his skin.
    He turned around, pulling his hair out of the way so that I could see the full tattoo, an elaborate dragon that covered most of his upper back and shoulders. I ran my fingers across it, not sure if I were more intrigued by the grooves and ridges of the tattoo, the powerful muscles beneath, or the heat of his skin against mine. I flattened my hands against his back and ran them down his sides. Grasped his hips. Before I realized what I was doing, I pulled his hips back against me, pressing my erection against his ass.
    He gasped.