“Don’t worry. I’ll body block any and all monkey wrenches. Our last two dates will be all about us, but we’ll talk about that later. First, we need to talk about the nondates.”

“I want nondates with you every day,” he said. “Please don’t say no.”

“I want to see you every day, too,” she said, her face buried in his chest. He pressed her closer to him. “When we first started the dating dare, one month seemed like forever. But now two weeks seem far too short. So I’m changing some of the rules.”

“Like what?” he asked with half trepidation and half curiosity.

Tara tilted her head to meet his eyes. Her expression held secrets and promises, bold and captivating. “The first rule I hereby ban is the keep-your-pants-on during nondates rule.”

He dragged in a breath with great difficulty. “I second that.”

“Do you now?” She got that cat look again, and Seth swallowed hard.

“Yes?” Why the hell did that come out like a question? He was all for taking his pants off during nondates. Like tonight. To show her how much he wanted to take his pants off, he made his voice low and growly and repeated, “Yes.”

“Good,” she said. “That’s very good.”

Then she buried her fingers in his hair and tugged his head down. Her kiss was fire and sugarplum, delicious and multifaceted like she was. She licked, nipped, and dropped butterfly kisses on the corners of his mouth. Her greedy hands traveled down to his back and clung tight.

He held back and let her lead the kiss as long as he could, but when she nibbled on his bottom lip and mewled, his control snapped. With a long groan, he tipped her head back and drove his tongue into her sweet, sweet mouth.

“You’re my undoing,” he rasped, trailing kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and was rewarded with her moan.

“Good,” she said breathlessly, pressing herself against him until not a single molecule could get between them. “I spin out of control when you touch me, but I don’t care as long as I can have you.”

“God, yes.”

She could have him as many times as she wanted. Tonight and every night for the next two weeks. His heart froze remembering he had to leave soon, and he shoved the thought far, far away. Making love to her was not just another hookup. She was special. She was Tara. And he wasn’t going to continue groping her in the driveway. He lifted her into his arms and walked toward the front entrance.

“I’m taking you inside.” To my bedroom. To my bed.

Tara nodded vigorously while clinging to his neck. He burned everywhere she touched him, and his hands were on fire where he held her. It was almost too much to bear, his need for her. He took the stairs two at a time to reach his bedroom.