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seen such madness before, or been part of it.
    “This is nuts,” she shouted over the noise from the crowd.
    “I think the turnout is less than last year,” he hollered back.
    Her brow arced until she saw his smile and realized he was teasing. “Sure it is.”
    Carefully they squeezed through a labyrinth of couples until they found a spot where they could watch a few bands perform on the various stages. The excitement was contagious and she was glad she didn’t miss it.
    Noah moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. For a split second her heart stopped.
    “Is this okay,” he asked.
    She looked back at him over her shoulder and nodded. “It’s gr-fine.”
    Her legs trembled at the closeness, and the heat of his body warmed her.
    Sophie didn’t know how much time passed in his arms. One band after another performed and the scene was complete chaos. But none of it mattered. She was in the arms of a man who for some crazy reason had her feeling things for him she shouldn’t. Wanted things from him that she shouldn’t.
    Her senses were on high alert and she had to force herself to breathe. The slightest movements of his hands against her waist made her nipples tighten. She considered moving his hands to her breasts but didn’t dare. Each second that ticked by had her insides burning for more of his touch. To feel his naked body against hers. It became all she could think about. Olivia’s words about a one-night stand with a sex god played in her mind. She knew her friend wouldn’t sit around feeling sorry for herself. She’d get out there and snatch up a man to keep her company for the night. Well, she could do it too, but she didn’t know how to get from point A to point B without coming off as a slut, or worse, needy.
    Again Noah’s hands moved and he pressed her into him further. Her pulse spiked. Did he have a clue what he was doing to her? Could he smell her desire for him?
    She felt his lips brush against her ear and then he whispered, “It’s almost time.”
    Time for what, she wondered. For her to throw herself at him? To rip off his clothes, kneel, and take his cock in her mouth? The answer came in the next sentence.
    “One minute to midnight.”
    Sophie nodded. Right. That would explain the crowd and the reason they were out there freezing their tushes off in Times Square.
    Noah turned her body toward him so she faced him. Up this close he looked even more handsome. Even more decadent and drool worthy than before. She wanted to lace her fingers through his dark wavy hair, run her hands along the muscles of his arms, and hell, she just plain wanted him. All she could do was look at him and not say a word. Stare into the eyes that had held her mesmerized from the moment she saw them from the rearview mirror.
    While the crowd shouted out the countdown from twenty, she stood frozen, afraid to move and lose the moment.
    “Ten, nine, eight,” the crowd shouted in unison. “Seven, six…”
    She parted her lips to count along but her voice caught.
    “Five, four, three.”
    Noah leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers. Close enough for her to get a whiff of his musk scented cologne. “Happy New Year, Sophie,” he said. “You deserve every year to be happy.”
    “Two, one,” the crowd screamed.
    Noah pulled her into his arms and sealed his mouth over hers, all fiery and electric. The feel of his lips against hers sent goose bumps along her skin. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue. His taste excited her. It reminded her of licorice and peppermint. She wanted to taste more, to meld against him and never stop kissing him.
    Around her the sounds of the crowd and fireworks and music died down. All she heard was her pulse and his breath. The cold she’d felt deep in her bones lifted and warmth filled her. His hands pressed against the small of her back, pressing her tight up against him. Her nipples were so taut they ached.
    As the kiss deepened, she let her hands slide