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too hard, though. Lovesick ached soul deep.
    Justin took my hand and led me off the tangled dance floor. My thighs trembled in excitement. Wet heat bloomed between them. His voice alone was a numbing drug on my willpower. I was flirting with fire, I knew.
    We stepped into the cold night air. The din of the club hushed away, replaced by the sounds of the nearby downtown strip. Traffic hummed. Bright lights blared and blinked. All I saw was him. His scent beckoned me to step off into untold pleasures. But my heart kept me grounded in reality. Though I still believed I’d find the one who would release me from this curse, chances were, Justin would be yet another link in the chain.
    He pulled me into the alleyway and pressed me against the concrete wall. His mouth covered mine in a demanding, feverish kiss. His tongue was hot, his lips soft, but firm on mine. I met each press and lick measure for measure, devouring every sweet suck and nip as he fed me with gratification.
    His hands found my waist. My hips found his bulging hard-on. God, he felt big. Bigger than before. My sex moistened from imagining the possibilities. Would he fill my mouth? Would it test my body’s limits? My appetite spiked at the very idea.
    Breaking our kiss, he stepped back. I realized I’d pushed him. Good girl. At least some sane part of me remembered to slow down. I couldn’t succumb to the need and drown in oblivion, not without risking everything. My future, my health, even my life, at times, difficult or not.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to come on so strong.”
“It’s okay. You stopped.”
“But I don’t want to.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking stunned and tousled and wonderful. “I’m so attracted to you.”
    I trembled inside. How had I resisted attraction like this so well before, with Seth? With others? My chest panged. If Seth only knew how much I had loved him.No. Better never to let him know. Because he wouldn’t understand. Even if I could tell him the truth and he believed it; it would hurt him. He would see me differently. I couldn’t live with that. I focused my gaze on my new interest. “I’m really attracted to you, too. But….”
    I had to play the game.
    “I know. I know. Too fast, right?”
    I nodded, peering up at him through my lashes, letting my lower lip pout ever so slightly. He’d fed me well, even with a kiss. And I had no doubt he was feeling more than typical desire for me. But a one-night stand would only make me crash. I needed long-term sustenance.
    “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, his breath making hot clouds in the air. The throaty sound of it was a tease all its own.
    “Thanks,” I said and licked my lips.
    He groaned just watching. “Slower?”
    I nodded slightly, letting my hips jut forward in invitation. He took it. And by slow, he clearly meant, tantalizing. The demanding passion of before became a press and suckle of his lips on mine. His tongue softened. His lips’ moves did things in places he wasn’t even close to touching. The tenderness each touch caressed me with nearly hurt, it felt so good.
    “Are you cold?” he asked, leaning back so he could see my eyes and watch me react to his cold fingertips as they trailed up my bare thigh. “This isn’t exactly winter wear.”
    “It’s wool,” I said on a swallow, my mouth watering.
    His fingers snuck higher. Around to my inner thigh, past the hem of my skirt, pausing at the edge of my panties. Though we stood in shadows, I saw the blue of his eyes, heavy-lidded and lit with desire for me, which held mine. He slipped one finger beneath the satin threshold and tugged. The cold touch of his hand so close to the building, wet need inside of me made me whimper. His eyes flashed at the sound, triumphant. I moved toward his finger, wanting so much more. He didn’t move closer though, not at first. Not until I showed him pleading in my gaze.
    He grinned sweetly and inched closer, touching the slick result of my