This was such a mistake. It was the worst decision she could have ever made. He was everything she didn’t want in a man and she clearly wasn’t what he wanted either.

She pushed away slightly, fighting for air as that thought once again made breathing difficult.

Then his hands were in her hair, tugging her locks out of their fastenings, his lips moving over her neck as if he innately knew where she was most sensitive. God, how did he do that?

It didn’t matter how he did it, just that he do it. And it didn’t matter that she wasn’t his dream girl, because he wasn’t her Mr. Right, either.

She’d already found her Mr. Right. Caleb was just her Mr. Right Now.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked, his breathing ragged as he nibbled on her earlobe.

Was she grinning? Yeah. She was. She totally was. Possibly because she felt like the cat that ate the canary. This was what she’d wanted all week. She’d been fighting it because of their jobs and because… well, because Caleb was Caleb. So not her type. Not a bad guy, but definitely not long-term material.

As if him being an actor wasn’t bad enough, he also had no idea what he wanted out of life.

Though apparently he knew exactly what he wanted out of a woman, and his dream woman bore no resemblance to her. Though his friends surely hadn’t listed all of this dream woman’s many and myriad exemplary traits, she had to assume that practical and solid were not high on that list, and those were probably the adjectives most used to describe her, followed by straightforward, pragmatic, and sarcastic. The latter would knock a woman out of the running right away, according to Kat.

Not that it mattered. She wasn’t competing. She just wanted another night like the last. But this time she’d be smart.

The cab pulled to a stop and she got out as Caleb paid, following her quickly into the building and up to her apartment. The door no sooner closed behind them than she was back in his arms.

He surprised her by lifting her easily, her legs wrapping around him as he led the way to her bedroom.

Kennedy wasn’t a small girl. She was tall and solid. No guy had ever carried her, period, let alone so easily. If asked prior to this moment, she would have said such an act was befitting a Neanderthal, but she had to admit that his easy strength in carrying her made her hot as hell.

Good Lord, what was happening to her?

This was wrong. A mistake on so many levels. She didn’t mess with flakey guys. She didn’t date nor sleep with any man who needed to get his life together. She had no dreams of being a mother—to a child, let alone a grown man.

He laid her down on her bed and knelt over her. She caught a glimpse of his chiseled features in the glow from the streetlamps outside. The dim lighting only exacerbated his hotness, making him look like some sort of black-and-white matinee idol from another era.

Sweet Jesus, he was too hot for life. Far too attractive for her. She didn’t have a rule against dating ridiculously hot guys, but that was most likely because it had never come up. No man this hot had ever shown an interest. She never would have thought it possible, to be honest. But here he was, in her bed, looking at her with the most deliciously sinful lust in his eyes.

So just enjoy it already.

Yes. That was the best option.

He dipped his head, trailing kisses over her skin as he unbuttoned her blouse.

Fuck, she couldn’t breathe. Was that normal? No guy she’d ever slept with had made her incapable of breathing. None of them had ever made her tremble with a caress. No other guy had ever made her feel light and carefree and… oh God… giddy.

She’d been absolutely giddy tonight—from giddy excitement of teasing and sparring verbally, to giddy with nervous anticipation as they flirted, to giddy with insatiable desire as she realized that this was really happening.

Holy shit. No guy had ever made her giddy.

Her buttons undone, he quickly to get rid of the rest of her clothes. His hair tickled her skin as he explored her body with his lips and tongue.

She tipped her head back as she arched toward him, surrendering to the moment. To the absolute bliss.

This might not be smart or logical, and it certainly wasn’t pragmatic, but she was too far gone to care. She’d made her choice and tomorrow morning she’d figure out how to live with it. But for now, for this one night, she planned to enjoy the hell out of it.

Decision made, she was free to revel. To wallow in sensations and touches and the feel of his mouth crushing against hers as if he needed her air to breathe. The level of intensity in his every touch was intoxicating, as was the tenderness in his kisses, and in his whispered words of desire.

When he finally rolled on a condom and slipped inside of her, she was too far gone to care about anything other than finding release and making him feel as good as she did. They moved together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She lost all track of time as he moved inside her, his breath hot against her neck as she clung to his back, tightening her legs to draw him ever closer. When at last she reached her climax, she cried out his name.

He swallowed the sound with a kiss as he picked up the tempo and ground against her, groaning with unrestrained need until he followed her into oblivion.

It wasn’t until much later as she was falling asleep in his arms that her brain clicked into play once more, but even then it was a dim voice that reminded her politely that this was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

How was she going to deal with the ramifications? How would this work, exactly?

Shhh. She hushed the irritatingly rational voice. Tomorrow. She’d figure it all out tomorrow.