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planned. He’d been driven solely by the grip she had on him. Lust coiled tight inside every time she was near. She also reached through the walls around his heart, slipping through his defenses and eliciting tenderness and vulnerability.
    In the usual course of events, he’d be expecting a woman to make sure his needs were taken care of right about now. Oh, he wasn’t a selfish man and prided himself on making sure any woman he was with went away from the encounter satisfied. With Delia, her pleasure was indistinguishable from his. He wasn’t kidding himself, he was so hard, he was on the verge of pain. Yet, all he’d wanted was to bring her release. Feeling her channel clench around his fingers and her body shudder against him had been the most intense and satisfying experience he could recall. He felt strangely exposed. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, the rise and fall of her breath, her dewy skin against his.
    He forced himself to take a breath, marshaling his composure. The man he was accustomed to being would say something sleek and gracious, offering an easy way to disengage. With Delia, his thoughts were fuzzy and all he could think was that he didn’t want to move away. What he wanted was to lift her in his arms and carry her somewhere and simply be close to her. He scrambled for purchase in his mind. Her pulse fluttered in her neck, her hair fell in a loose tousle around her heart-shaped face, and her lips were kiss-swollen.
    He cleared his throat. For the life of him, he didn’t know what to say. As disoriented as he was, he also felt oddly comfortable with her. When he met her eyes again, uncertainty flickered there. He stroked a hand through her hair. As he was casting about to find something to say, she spoke.
    “I, uh, got a little carried away there. I didn’t mean…”
    Garrett put his finger on her lips. He wasn’t sure what else she meant to say, but he couldn’t bear to let her feel embarrassed over any of this. He may have been lost and walking on ground foreign, but he knew what happened between them was special. “If you got carried away, then so did I. I might not have planned this, but I meant every second of it.”
    She sucked her breath in sharply, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She nodded quickly. “So…?”
    He thought quickly, considering where they could go. He glanced around, his eyes catching on the light spilling from the office. He started to slide his arm under her hip. She must have read his mind because she shook her head. “I have to get home. My dad’s with Nick, but they’re expecting me. It’s not like…”
    Of course. Get a clue, Garrett. She’s got a son. She can’t just do whatever the hell you want. And you should be seriously wondering what you’re thinking getting involved with her. On the heels of that thought, he realized it didn’t rattle him at all that she was a single mother. He’d grown up in a houseful of siblings and knew family was what mattered most. What rattled him was the depth of his attraction to her and the intimacy that wove between them so easily.
    “Oh, right.” He couldn’t quite release her, but he eased his grip and took a breath. “Look, could we maybe, I don’t know, have dinner? Or something?”
    As soon as the words fumbled out of his mouth, he wondered if he’d completely lost his mind.
    Delia bit her lip, instantly tightening the coil of lust inside of him. “Um, okay.”
    He went with it. He’d find time to get a hold of himself. An actual date might get this insane lust out of his system. He’d be able to think, be able to be the man he usually was. “Just say when.”
    Her eyes widened. “Me?”
    “Well, yeah. I don’t have a schedule here. You do. You say when and I’ll figure out the rest.”
    She bit her lip. Damn, she needed to stop doing that. He was barely getting a grip on his body, and every time she did that, his cock hardened. It didn’t help she was still bare from the