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emotions play across her face.
    “I have to be dreaming,” she whispered.
    “No,” he replied and shook his head. As he did, their noses rubbed against each other.
    “I’m not dreaming?”
    His lips twitched. God, she was so cute like this. “No.”
    His lips touched hers, and he knew instantly he was lost. Her taste, her feel, was
     everything he knew it would be. She drew in a sharp breath, and Scott tightened his
     arms around her, not wanting her to pull away from him. He pressed his lips more firmly
     against hers, moving downward slightly to force her lips farther apart.
    She opened for him, and Scott slid his tongue inside, exploring her mouth, her lips.
     Her tongue flicked against his, and he moaned his encouragement for her to continue.
     He never expected Kiley to be timid, but that’s almost how she seemed.
    At least at first.

    She quickly jerked back and looked at him with surprise. He expected her to slap him,
     to shove him away. Instead, she fisted her hand in his shirt and tugged him to her.
     Her mouth slanted across his, taking control of the kiss and nearly sending him to
     his knees.
    His fingers tightened in the material of her dress, making it bunch at the small of
     her back. He slid his palms lower and cupped her firm, warm ass in his hands.
    God, was she not wearing any underwear? Scott moved his hand upward until his thumbs
     felt the edges of her thong. Kiley moaned and pressed her stomach into his rock hard
     cock. If he didn’t stop this soon, he’d end up taking her despite his best intentions.
     He’d never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted her right now.
    And the way she wiggled against him wasn’t helping a damn thing.
    “Kiley,” he murmured against her lips.
    He wanted to stop. He needed to stop, but his fingers had a mind of their own and
     continued massaging her behind.
    She lowered her hands from his chest to the waistband of his jeans. When the button
     popped free sanity came back to him. He quickly reached for her hands and removed
     them from his pants.
    “Kiley,” he repeated, this time more firmly.
    She swallowed and looked up at him in a foggy confusion. This was so wrong. She was
     so damn drunk. Why did she have to be so damn drunk?
    “We have to stop.”
    “No,” she whispered and tried to kiss him again.
    Scott turned his head and her lips landed against his neck. As she nibbled along the
     sensitive side of his throat, he could feel his eyes rolling back in pleasure. God,
     if she didn’t stop this…
    “I need you,” she murmured against his neck. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
    Scott’s eyes widened at her admission. She wanted him? He had to stop this.
    With determination, he pushed her away from him. Leaning down slightly so he could
     meet her eye to eye, he gave her a firm look.
    “I can’t do this, Kiley. You’re drunk off your ass.”
    She pouted. “I’m not that drunk.”

    Scott shook his head and his lips twitched with amusement. “Baby, you’re so far beyond
     that drunk it’s not even funny.”
    “Don’t you want me?”
    “Oh, God, do I want you,” he growled.
    “Well, I’m just dreaming anyway, so my being drunk doesn’t…” Her words slurred badly,
     and Scott resisted the urge to chuckle at her. “It doesn’t matter because it’s not
     real.”
    “Oh, this is very real, Kiley.”
    “How can it be real?” she asked as she stumbled out of his arms. “How can it be real
     when you—? “ The rest of her words were lost in the material of her dress as she pulled
     it over her head.
    Scott’s mouth went dry at the sight of her in a matching pink thong and bra. “Son
     of a bitch.”
    She smiled as she reached behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. She thought
     she was dreaming? That he wasn’t really here?
    “Kiley, please,” he said as he watched the bra fall to the floor, exposing her firm,
     perfectly rounded breasts to his hungry gaze. Scott shook his head in doomed