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“Even on your last hurrah from university?”
    “It wasn’t part of the plan, no.”
    He examined her, as if trying to read the honesty of her statement.
    She had nothing to hide, so she let him look his fill.
    Mich’s gaze turned heated, scorching her with unmistakable sexual desire. “I am going to kiss you.”
    “Are you?” she whispered.
    “I do not think I can help myself.”
    “Good,” she breathed against his lips before they connected with hers.
    Kiki had been kissed before. Hello kisses. Goodbye kisses. Let’s-make-out kisses. Even I-want-to-have-sex kisses.
    She’d never before been kissed like this. His mouth conquered hers with a confidence none of her fellow students had even come close to. Mich didn’t just know what he was doing, he knew why he was doing it and where he expected it to lead.
    His lips told her exactly what was going to happen between them with devastating intensity, his tongue taking possession of her mouth as his body would hers.
    She didn’t think he was that much older than her, but Mich was light years ahead of Kiki in experience and sexual self-assurance.
    And she liked it.
    A lot.
    She found herself moving backward, his body guiding hers while his lips continued their annihilation-of-her-self-control seduction. Not that she wanted to hold back.
    It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t who she was, but Kiki had every intention of taking Joni’s second bit of advice and getting her some of that.
    She’d never met a man like Mich, hadn’t known she was capable of responding to someone like this. She could only hope he felt one-tenth of what she did, but even if he didn’t? If this was a one-off for him...she wouldn’t back out.
    She wanted. Badly.
    For the first time, Kiki understood how the desire for sex could drive totally illogical decisions.
    He lifted his head, and her eyes fluttered open. He waited for her vision to focus, for her breathing to even out...at least somewhat.
    “Do you want this?” he asked.
    She didn’t have to think about it. “Yes.”
    Dappled sunlight filtered through privacy panels casting a soft glow in the masculine bedroom. The huge bed in the center of the room should have given her pause, but all she wanted was to be on it...naked, with him.
    “You are so beautiful, Kiki.” He shook his head. “There should be better words, but there aren’t.”
    Growing up the daughter of a former international supermodel, Kiki had been taught that appreciation for her physical beauty counted for very little. So, why did hearing Mich tell her that he found her really attractive feel so wonderful?
    She didn’t have much time to ponder it before he was kissing her again, this time accompanying it with small, barely there caresses along her back, over her buttocks, down her arms, skimming the top of her breasts.
    It was more seductive than any direct onslaught had ever been. She craved every new touch, ached for more direct stimulation.
    He’d long since discarded his suit jacket and tie, leaving the way clear for her to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her thumbs brushed over hot masculine flesh with each one undone. Unlike a lot of guys at school, Mich didn’t shave his chest, and whorls of dark hair teased her fingers. Giving up on his shirt, she slid her hands over his muscular pecs, enjoying the sensation of warm skin mixed with soft curls of hair.
    She found twin tiny bumps, and he moaned as she swiped her forefingers back and forth over his male nipples.
    Cupping her shoulders, he pushed the spaghetti straps of her dress down her arm. Heated lips moved from her mouth down her neck and along her collarbone, leaving hypersensitized nerve endings in their wake.
    She just let the fabric fall when he reached around and unzipped her dress, leaving her in a flesh-colored strapless bra-corset-slip combination.
    His dark eyes flared. “Sexy.”
    “Mom taught me that foundations make the clothes.” Even in jeans and a T-shirt, Kiki never wore anything less