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His hands slid from my waist to my hips, fingers splaying wider, more possessive with each beat of the music. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, exposing my neck to the heat of his breath.

The crowd pressed in around us, forcing us closer together until I couldn't tell where my movements ended, and his began. Every brush of his thighs behind mine, every flex of his fingers against the curve of my hip, every exhale against my ear was tearing down my walls brick by brick.

“You're good at this,” I murmured, instantly regretting giving him the satisfaction.

His lips curved into a smile against my temple. “You have no idea what I'm good at, Davina.”

He spun me around to face him, his hands never leaving my body, and suddenly we were chest to chest, his eyes on mine. One of his legs slid between mine as we moved, creating a friction that sent sparks shooting through my veins.

My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the solid muscle. His skin burned through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“What happened to hating me?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

I tilted my chin up, our faces now inches apart. “I'm reserving judgment. Temporary insanity due to the Vegas heat.”

His eyes dropped to my lips, lingered there for one heart-stopping moment before meeting mine again. “The Vegas heat has that effect.”

His hand slid up my back, pressing me even closer until I could feel every hard plane of his body against the soft curves of mine.

“Just for tonight,” he said.

And there, thirty-two floors above the glittering city of Las Vegas, with the bass pounding, the lights spinning, and Dallas’s body moving against mine, I realized I was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER 8

TIL TEQUILA DOES US PART

DAVINA

The first thing I registered was the headache—a ruthless, pounding drumbeat that seemed determined to crack my skull open. The second thing was the lacy bra dangling from the ceiling fan above me.

My lacy bra.

I groaned and pressed my palms against my eyes, which only made the pounding worse. What the hell had I done last night?

Fragments flashed through my mind: neon lights, the rows of slot machines, lots of tequila shots, a karaoke bar, and…

Oh God.

I bolted upright, clutching the silk sheet to my chest. My gaze dropped. I was completely naked. My eyes shifted, and the horrifying realization that I wasn't alone in the bed hit me.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

Sprawled across the other side of the bed was Dallas.

Also very freaking naked.

I scrambled backward so fast I nearly fell off the bed, taking half the sheet with me. Dallas stirred, groaning.

“Wake up!” I hissed, searching for something to throw at him. My hand closed around a pillow, and I launched it at his head.

It bounced off his shoulder, and he didn't even flinch.

“Dallas!” I tried again, louder this time, my voice cracking. “Wake up, you oversized man-child!”

That did it. His eyes flew open. For a moment, he looked confused, blinking at the ceiling like he was trying to remember which planet he was on.

Then his gaze slid to me.