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something, thank him for what he had done to rescue her, and then leave this place never to return. The thought of never beholding the sexy fullness of his lips or the way his eyes turned to liquid metal as he considered her filled her with sorrow—which was just crazy, they'd didn't know each other. But she couldn't move away from him if she tried. She didn't want to as she studied his face, unwilling to break the spell of the moment.
    Neither did her mystery savior, or so it seemed, as his amber gaze regarded her, his eyes assessing her response to his nearness. His long fingers stilled against her, tightening their grip slightly. After everything Ophelia had experienced tonight, the stark desire igniting in her belly was the least expected. It should shame her, but the thought of that rough hand sliding under her dress and touching her center made her breath stutter in her throat. And those damn lips of his were so close, and were just begging to be sucked on.
    Ophelia's sister had accused her on many occasions of thinking too much. Ophelia was the proverbial over-thinker. She never made hasty decisions, usually agonizing over them thoroughly and examining every possible scenario she could think up. But this time, just this once, she didn't want to think things through or worry about the consequences. She just wanted to feel like a normal woman. Acting on instincts, she lowered the unthawed bag of peas to her lap and kissed him full on. His stubble rubbed against her lips enticingly as she moved her mouth against his. His taste reminded her of an aged whisky, with hints of honey swirled in the mix, and made her desire above all else to drink him down to the last drop. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, nipping at the fullness. Her hands crept up to the corded muscles in his neck, attempting to pull him closer.
    He drew back, staring at her with banked fire simmering in his eyes. "I don't think we should go any further, sweetness, you're vulnerable right now with everything you've been through, and it wouldn't be—" he began.
    "Please," she cut him off and whispered her plea, panicked that he might send her away when she wanted to crawl inside his solid warmth and stay there a while. She wanted to lose herself in him, even if only for the night. In a weird turn of events, the last place she wanted to be was at home alone—or worse, run into her sister and have to explain what had happened. She'd have to describe how she got the bruise on her cheek and what had transpired in minute detail to her over-protective—albeit loving—big sister.
    She tightened her hold, pleading with him the only way she knew how. In a move that would normally have shocked her, Ophelia grabbed his hand on her thigh, picked it up and placed it over her breast, squeezing the palm and holding it over her flesh so there could be no misunderstanding of what she wanted from him. Then she planted open-mouthed kisses on his corded neck, licking and nibbling at his collarbone.
    "Fuck," he groaned, tipped her chin up with the hand currently not fondling her breast as his lips crashed down upon hers. He possessed her, was all she could think. His kiss vibrated throughout her entire body. She shifted; wanting, needing to get closer to him but never breaking contact with his lips. The bag of peas slid forgotten to the floor as he aided her clumsy movements until she straddled his thighs, plastering herself against him, and felt the turgid bulge of his erection through the flimsy barrier of her panties.
    This was what she had been craving, what she had woken up at night wishing for; pure, undiluted, and unapologetic gotta-have-it-right-now passion.
    She nearly whimpered at the salacious contact, rubbing herself against his covered member. With his tongue and teeth, he plundered her depths, thrusting inside her mouth. Flames erupted inside her body as hunger overrode any second thoughts about her path. All she yearned for was to feel him inside her. And