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He shrugged before kissing her again. His tongue delved deep before he pulled away. “Maybe I am a bit of a dick sometimes. I can’t help it. You get to me.”

She licked her lips, tasting him there. “I get to you?”

He took another sip of her mouth. “You get to me, and I didn’t like it, but it turns out you’re a hell of a lot harder to resist than I thought.”

“We have nothing in common. We will never agree on anything.”

“We agree we both want this. Right here, right now.” He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and her cheeks again before finding his way back to her mouth.

“Right here, right now,” she repeated, not knowing if she could ever be able to offer more.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Cohen was on her. He kissed her deeply, his hands tugging up the hem of her blue dress until all of the material was gathered at her waist. She put her arms up, and Cohen pulled it over her head, leaving them in a blue cloud for a second. The dress dropped to the floor, but they continued to look into each other's eyes, letting the intensity of the moment sink between them.

Finally, Cohen stepped forward, his hands cupping her breasts through the cup of her bra. She reached back and unclasped the garment, and Cohen let it fall to the floor. His eyes grew heavy with desire as he took in her naked breasts. He reached out and drew his thumbs across her nipples. He leaned down and took one of the hardened nubs into his mouth. His other hand traveled to the waistband of her panties. His long, agile fingers dipped into the material, rubbing along her sex. He growled when he found she was turned on by his kisses.

“Take your pants off, Cohen,” Alana whispered.

“You like to give orders in the bedroom, too?” he teased.

She pursed her lips at him, but he returned the smile she tried to hide. “Maybe I do. But maybe I don’t want to be the first one to end up naked in my living room.”

He chuckled. “Fair point.” He quickly unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground. He laughed again when she gasped at the sight of his bare erect cock. “I don’t wear underwear,” he explained. “There’s no point. If I need to shift, they just end up ruined.”

“So you’re always going commando?”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

She blushed deeply, and he noticed. “It’s going to be tough walking around the council meeting knowingthatlittle tidbit.”

He threw his head back with a laugh. “Well, maybe I can wreck it for you and tell you ...”

Alana pressed her hands to his mouth. “No. Don’t you dare wreck this for me.” Cohen kissed the palm of her hand, and when she gasped in surprise, he laughed again. “This is the most I’ve seen you actually smile and laugh in …” She shook her head. “I think in forever.”

His smile slipped a bit, but he nodded. “Yeah. I guess that’s right. I don’t …” He frowned. “I don’t think I actually know the last time I laughed.”

“I can tell you. It was just a couple of seconds ago. It’s nice too. The sound of your laugh, I mean.”

“Did you just give me a compliment?” he teased.

She shook her head. “What? No. Of course not.”

“Sure sounded like one to me.”

“Well, maybe you need to get your ears checked.”

“Get my ears checked? Nah. I’d rather just give you a compliment in return.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Don’t give me a line and say something you don’t mean.”

“I would never.” He pressed his hand to his naked chest, right over his heart, making a vow. “But you are a very beautiful woman, Alana. It’s insane how stunning you are. And that mind.” He shook his head in wonder.

“Okay, okay. One compliment in return. Enough. I’m already naked and in your arms. Don’t overdo it.”

Cohen chuckled. “Alana? Let your guard down.”

“Did you not hear the part where I’m naked?” She pointed to her breasts.

“Yeah, but you’re not nearly naked enough.” Without missing a beat, Cohen dropped to his knees and pulled her underwear down her hips. He kissed the inside of her knee, the curve of her thigh, all the way up to the apex of her legs. He kissed her mound, and she trembled. Cohen kept hold of her legs but parted them slightly, just enough to tongue her clit. She gasped, her hands tangling into his hair.