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impact when the kiss deepened. An
electric current coursed through my body, from my lips to my feet
and ignited in every area in between.
    As I joined him in the kiss, sliding my
tongue into his mouth, tasting him, my hands gripped his sides. I
could feel the firm muscles beneath the material of his shirt. I
hadn’t seen Char without a shirt since we were teenagers. I wanted
to know how he had changed from the gangly teen into the man
passionately kissing me now.
    The hand behind my back held me against him;
pressing us together. My breasts were crushed to his chest, the
closeness causing my nipples to tighten in response. I arched my
spine, rubbing the tight buds on him—needing more contact.
    Char groaned.
    The kiss ended abruptly. He pulled away,
leaving a large gap between us as he dropped his hands. I could see
the rapid rise and fall of his chest, he was breathing just as hard
as I was.
    I wanted to lower my gaze and see if he was
just as aroused by the kiss as I. His eyes were dark now, staring
at me with an intensity I had never witnessed from another man. It
was as if he wanted to devour me right where we sat. My heart beat
a fierce tempo in my chest. I’d never incited such passion in a man
before.
    “ I’m sure with all the
things going on in your life right now that was the last thing you
needed. But I won’t apologize for it, Katy.”
    I licked my lips, tasting him on them. Sweet
spice that made me wonder what he tasted like all over. “I don’t
expect you to.”
    It was true, my life was sitting upside down
at this moment, but in some strange way I needed that kiss from
Char. Something that cleared my mind of the ass and ass-ette
upstairs. Or wherever the hell they were now. I felt desirable in
that short span of time and that was a confidence booster if
nothing else.
    “ Good. Let me get you
something to change into, so you can get out of your wedding
dress.” He stood up. “Unless you plan to keep it on
permanently.”
    I saw the smile on his face and the wicked
humor reflected in his eyes. “No. I think I’ve had enough of it for
the moment. Hey, at least I got to wear it, right?” I let out a
small laugh and shrugged a shoulder.
    “ That’s right. Be right
back.” He went to the bedroom.
    I stood and walked to the small kitchenette
area. Exhaling, I tried to get myself together. “Come on, girl. You
can’t try and sex up your friend,” I whispered softly to myself. My
body wasn’t hearing it though, I could feel the hum of need in my
sex and I was trembling all over. I needed to figure out what I was
going to do. Make some plans for tomorrow and call a moving truck
first thing on Monday to come get Michael’s things out of my house.
He had moved there last week.
    He had a small apartment in the heart of the
city, but I owned a house outside of it. Even our living area
shouted how different he and I were. Michael had always preferred
for me to stay overnight at his place; especially since we were
usually out late in the city at one event, party or booked
engagement or another. I had been anticipating us being at my
house, away from the city and noise.
    Now I was really looking forward to being
alone at my house. Instead of sadness, I felt relief that I would
no longer be drowning under the weight of Michael’s lifestyle.
    “ I put a shirt and pants
on the bed for you.”
    Startled, I turned and looked at the man who
was with me. Char was a godsend. “Thank you. I’ll just be a
moment.”
    Gathering my skirt in my hands, I lifted it
from the floor. Without heels it was really too long.
    “ Take your time. While
you’re in there I’ll order us something from room
service.”
    Pausing, I turned in the archway of the
double doors. “I’m not really sure what I want. I picked at my food
during dinner, but don’t really have an appetite now.”
    “ It’s okay. I’ll figure
something out.”
    I was captivated by the confident grin on
his mouth.
    “ Okay. Thanks.” I