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threaded her fingers into his hair and held his head as
her mouth very slowly closed in on his. He remained perfectly still, waiting
for her to prove just how mature she could be when it came to kissing. And she
was determined to make him wait a little longer. Her mouth met his directly,
gently giving him a closed-mouth caress, then she softly brushed her lips back
and forth over his, kissed each corner and brushed again. When he continued to
show no reaction, she gave up trying to tease and went for a deeper kiss, pressing
her lips to his, parting them and slipping the tip of her tongue between.
    The moment he eased his tongue forward to touch the tip of
hers, she gained the confidence to be more brazen. Her mouth moved hungrily
over his, her teeth nibbled his lower lip and her tongue challenged his to a
duel.
    And she finally got what she was going for.
    One of his hands squeezed her hip as the other clasped the
back of her head. His mouth was no longer a passive recipient but entered the
game with a passion to match her own.
    Suddenly the block he’d put between their minds
disintegrated and she was assailed with his feelings, a mad jumble of emotions,
pleasure and pain, joy and devastation, light and very, very dark. But in the
midst of all of it she felt his honesty. He had not lied to her, nor did he
intend to.
    And yet she also sensed there was something he wasn’t
saying. A purposeful omission.
    She tried to put distance between them but he held her
firmly and continued to claim her mouth regardless of her distraction. The emotional
onslaught lessened and, in a matter of seconds, the only emotion she got from
him was desire. Intense, burning, all-consuming desire. For her .
    He wanted her. At least as much as she wanted him. And
knowing how excited he was spiked her arousal to a boiling point. She wasn’t
just feeling her own need. His also raged inside her in a way she’d never
imagined possible. She had never experienced anything so wondrous and
frightening at the same time. There was no longer any awareness of where she
was or why. Nothing mattered but reaching the top of the sexual mountain she—no they were scaling. Together.
    Without ending the delicious kiss, she straddled his lap and
pressed as much of her body as she could against his—her thighs clamped on his
hips, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. The zippers of their jeans met in
the middle of the desperate clinch. She shifted her hips and moaned when a jolt
of pleasure shocked her clitoris, even through the layers of denim.
    His hands cupped her bottom and urged her more firmly
against his erection. He eased her hips away then pulled her into him again.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Catching the rhythm, she moved into him on her
own. She moaned in appreciation of the pleasure he gave her, gave them both,
and his deep-throated response vibrated into her very being.
    She picked up the pace, moving her cunt to increase the
pressure precisely where she could receive the greatest sensation, then shifted
a bit more until she sensed his exquisite enjoyment as well.
    For so many years she’d had to rely on her imagination to
attain a sexual release, but not in her wildest fantasy had she guessed the
real thing could feel this good. Nor had she imagined her greatest arousal to
date would occur with all her clothes on.
    Though she was anxious to experience a climax, she wanted to
feel his naked flesh against her own. She slipped her hands between their
bodies and tugged on the button at the top of his jeans.
    Abruptly the gamut of his feelings flooded her senses even
more powerfully than before and they both stiffened while he rebuilt the block.
Only this time he took away his desire as well.
    Nicole felt as though she had been dropped in icy water. Her
body was still aroused but everything was now one-sided. And wrong. Very, very
wrong. She leaned back and looked into his eyes with a question she didn’t know
how to phrase.
    He kissed her softly