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moaned.
    His other hand moved to cup the back of her neck, clasping her to him. Then he began to move against her, guiding her body in a slow rocking motion. An erotic movement that pressed their lower bodies together even harder, bringing her hot core against his rock-hard arousal. He growled low in his throat at the sensation and Hannah’s lids dipped, her fingers digging into him.
    “ Dios. I want you so much, Hannah. I want to touch you, taste you. I…I need to be inside you.” Her lids flew open at his words, and he could see the desire simmering in her eyes.
    “Tonight has been like a dream. Here with you is like a dream. I feel like I can do anything.” Her voice was a low whisper and Sol pulled her closer, his lips brushing her temple.
    “And what do you want do to?” His voice had also dropped low, almost a growl, and he felt her shiver in response.
    She pulled back to look up at him, a determined light coming into her eyes. “I want to kiss you.”
    The next instant Sol’s lips found hers, so soft and warm against his, and he kissed her with a pressing sense of urgency. She matched the movement, yielding to him when his tongue pressed forward; her lips parted to allow him to taste her mouth. He teased her lips and the tip of her tongue with his and when she moaned, he deepened the kiss, pressing her even tighter to him.
    As they held each other tightly, muscles tensed, lips and tongues moving as one, any pretense of dancing was soon forgotten. Sol was harder than he’d ever been in his life; his whole body thrummed with desire, and he could feel the heat between Hannah’s thighs even through their clothes. Her scent was flooding him till all he could see, feel, or think about was her, every instinct driving him to get her away and make her his.
    Sol wasn’t sure which one of them broke the contact first, but when they pulled back they were both panting. Hannah’s lips were red from his kisses and her skin was flushed, giving her a wanton look that made his stomach tighten with need.
    “I have to have you, Hannah. I cannot wait much longer.”
    “Me neither. I want you so much. Just take me back to the hotel, Sol, please.”
    ***
    Hannah was glad they left the club when they did. She didn’t feel like herself, didn’t feel fully in control. Something had happened to her on the dance floor; for some reason Sol made her feel safe, and pressed against him, his amazing scent and strong arms wrapping around her, the fear she’d carried with her for so long had fallen away.
    That feeling was like the most powerful aphrodisiac and she’d never felt more aroused. One more minute of Sol’s kisses and she feared she would have begged him to take her right then and there in the middle of the dance floor.
    As they walked out of the club wrapped around each other, Sol seemed reluctant to let her go even for a second, and Hannah couldn’t have been happier. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met; his voice, his body, the way he moved, all made her feel alive with desire, and he looked at her with such longing, such need, that it made her feel sexy and beautiful.
    The cab ride to the hotel passed in a blur of entangled limbs and passionate kisses, Hannah barely able to keep her hands off him as they passed from the cab through the lobby to the elevator. The instant the elevator doors closed behind them Sol had her pressed against the wall, his hands gripping her waist; his head dropped to her neck, feathering sultry kisses along her skin. She clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into him, her body on fire.
    Feels so good, never want to stop, need him inside me. The thought took her by surprise but with it came a sudden rush of clarity. “Wait,” she managed to gasp. “What about protection?”
    Sol pulled back, his brow furrowing. “You can’t get pregnant.” As he spoke, his hand skimmed up the inside of her arm, brushing the hard line of the contraceptive implant under her skin.
    Her lips parted