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you?”
    “Sure. I don’t get you, though. Isn’t the Stone family known for their huge parties?”
    He shrugs. “Yeah. We have another one coming up this weekend. If I could skip it, I would. What about you?”
    “I’m a party at home kinda girl,” I say. “So if this isn’t your scene, why you here?”
    “Some guys were in the studio with my dad, and they asked me to come here with them. I said no, but Papa Stone insisted I say yes.”
    “Do you always listen to what your Daddy says?”
    Shit, I did it again. The fire goes out of Kaidan’s eyes, and he drains the rest of his drink. “Nope. I don’t.”
    Note to self: Don’t talk to Kaidan about his dad. He’d already learned not to talk to me about mine.
    “So, those guys… Cylon Smash?”
    “Right.” He sets his empty glass down on the table next to us.
    “You like that kind of music?” I ask, struggling to save the conversation.
    “I do.”
    I’m starting to feel a little buzzed, but not enough. I drain my own drink as a new dance song pumps through the speakers. I stand up and wiggle past him to the table to set down my glass. I bite my lip and glance out at the curtain. Where are my friends?
    “Hayley.” The voice is deep, cutting through the bass of the song. I look down at him, still sitting on the couch. His eyes are dark, glittering in the dim light in this room. He holds out a hand to me, and I take it.
    He pulls me toward him, and I stumble in my heels. I reach out for the wall behind his head, trying to catch myself, and his hands wrap around my hips, catching me, steadying me. Heat courses through me.
    I’m bent over in front of him, my breasts inches from his face. He drags his gaze up my body, shamelessly lingering for a moment on the tops of my breasts where they spill from my dress. My nipples harden against my bra, and then he meets my eyes again.
    My heart’s thudding louder than the music, and I start to shift away, get out of this awkward position, but he holds my hips tighter and forcefully pulls me down onto him.
    I fall into his lap, straddling him. My skirt’s barely covering my thighs, barely covering my ass like this, and I know people must be staring. But I can’t take my eyes off Kaidan’s. Warmth springs up where his hands still grip my hips, and tingling waves radiate through me, settling in my core.
    He shifts me on his lap, pushing me down into him, and I feel him harden beneath his jeans. I’m painfully, achingly aware of the fact that only the thin layer of my panties and the zipper of his jeans lay between us.
    “You’re a lightweight, huh?” he says, his voice gruff.
    “Yeah,” I breathe, barely getting the word out. “I’m a lightweight.”
    I should be turned off by the way he thinks he can just handle me like this, like he thinks I’m the kind of girl to put out right away, to do this sort of thing in public. But I’m floating, buzzed from the alcohol. I sneak a glance at the couch beside us. People are staring.
    And I think I like it.
    Kaidan tilts my chin back in his direction, making me look at him, and a thrill races through me, dances in my stomach—the same thrill I got when he saved me from the paps.
    “You look really nice tonight,” Kaidan says. “This dress fits you perfectly.”
    “Does it?” I ask.
    “It does.” He runs a finger beneath the strap of my dress, tracing a light line down toward my breast. He holds my gaze as he does it. “But I have a feeling I’d like it better on the floor.”
    My skin is tingling where his thumb rests over the curve of my breast. His other hand goes to my knee, and he draws light circles right above it with his finger. I suck in a breath and close my eyes, leaning into him and his touch.
    “Look at me.” It’s a command, not a request. I make myself obey, and he watches my face as he moves his hand away from my knee, dragging his fingers up my thigh. I let out a tiny gasp as he moves up, dropping his thumb so it roughly grazes the skin