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His jaw flexes. "Yeah, that. And maybe something else."

Before I can respond, my phone vibrates in my clutch. I glance down.

Allison.

I show him the screen. "She's FaceTiming. Should I answer?"

He smirks. "Nah. It's like she knows. Watching from the clouds."

I laugh. "She’d kill you if she knew you brought me."

He leans in. "Then let’s give her something to roll her eyes at."

And then he kisses me.

Right there. Middle of the dance floor. Not soft. Not polite.

It’s hungry. It’s heat.

His lips claim mine like he’s wanted this all night. And I kiss him back like I’ve forgotten every reason not to.

We break apart just as the song ends. Our friends are cheering or pretending not to watch.

He grabs my hand. "Come with me."

He pulls me down the hallway, past the noise, into a guest room. Door barely clicks before his hands are on my waist, tugging me in.

"Nate—"

"Say you haven’t been thinking about that kiss since the last one. Say it."

I swallow. "I can’t."

He grins. "Didn’t think so."

Our mouths crash again. His hands slide up my sides, teasing the bare skin beneath my dress.

"You taste like champagne and trouble," he murmurs.

I grin against his mouth. "You are trouble."

"You like trouble."

I gasp as he backs me into the wall, lips trailing down my neck.

His mouth trails heat along my collarbone as his hands roam over the satin of my dress, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth finds mine again. This kiss is dirtier. His body pins me to the wall, and I can feel every hard line of muscle, every bit of tension he’s been holding back.

He palms my breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing over my nipple until I gasp against his lips. My body arches into him on instinct, even though my brain screams caution. He’s a player. I’m his ex’s sister. And I’m… not exactly experienced.

Still, I let him. Because the way he touches me is not just skilled, it's hot. And it lights something inside me I didn’t know was waiting.

"You have no idea what I want to do to you," he growls in my ear. "Things that'll have you moaning my name, squeezing your thighs together, and begging me not to stop."

I shiver, breath catching.

He grins. "You like that idea?"

"Maybe," I murmur, pulling him back to my lips.