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feel the hard length of him pressing into her bottom. “You can
readily see that I feel the same.”
    “Yeah,” she said, turning her face up to his. “I’m getting
that.”
    “Not yet,” he teased, “but you’re about to.”
    “Promises, promises…”
    “Well then, enough talking, yes?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    He kissed her, softly at first, a brush of the lips, a
connection that was as swift and sweet as innocence. It was a tease. Something
short to ease them both into this new wrinkle in their relationship.
    But with that first kiss, something incredible happened. Sean
felt a jolt of white-hot electricity zip through him in an instant. His eyes
widened as he looked at her, and he knew the surprise he read on her face was
also etched on his own.
    “That was… Let’s just see if we can make that happen again,
shall we?”
    She nodded and arched into him, parting her lips for him when
he kissed her, and this time Sean fed that electrical jolt that sizzled between
them. He deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers, pulling her closer,
tighter, to him. Her arms came up around his neck and held on. She kissed him
back, feverishly, as if every ounce of passion within her had been unleashed at
once.
    She stabbed her fingers through his hair, nails dragging along
his scalp. She twisted on his lap, rubbing her behind against his erection until
a groan slid from his throat. The glorious friction of her body against his
would only get better, he thought, if he could just get her out of these bloody
clothes.
    He broke the kiss and dragged in a breath of air, hoping to
steady the racing beat of his heart. It didn’t help. Nothing would. Not until
he’d had her, all of her. Only then would he be able to douse the fire inside.
To cool the need and regain his control.
    But for now, all he needed was her. Georgia Page, temptress
with eyes of twilight and a mouth designed to drive a man wild.
    “You’ve too many clothes on,” he muttered, dropping his hands
to the buttons on her dark blue shirt.
    “You, too,” she said, tugging the tail of his white,
long-sleeved shirt free of the black jeans he wore. She fumbled at the buttons
and then laughed at herself. “Can’t get them undone, damn it.”
    “No need,” he snapped and, gripping both sides of his shirt,
ripped it open, sending small white buttons flying around the room like tiny
missiles.
    She laughed again and slapped both palms to his chest. At the
first touch of her skin to his, Sean hissed in a breath and held it. He savored
every stroke, every caress, while she explored his skin as if determined to map
every inch of him.
    He was willing to lie still for that exploration, too, as long
as he could do the same for her. He got the last of her buttons undone and slid
her shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. She helped him with it, and then
her skin was bared to him, all but her lovely breasts, hidden behind the pale,
sky-blue lace of her bra. His mouth went dry.
    Tossing her honey-blond hair back from her face, Georgia met
his gaze as she unhooked the front clasp of that bra and then slipped out of it
completely. Sean’s hands cupped her, his thumbs and forefingers brushing across
the rigid peaks of her dark pink nipples until she sighed and cupped his hands
with her own.
    “You’re lovely, Georgia. More lovely than I’d imagined,” he
whispered, then winked. “And my imagination was pretty damned good.”
    She grinned, then whispered, “My turn.” She pushed his shirt
off and skimmed her small, elegant hands slowly over his shoulders and arms, and
every touch was a kiss of fire. Every caress a temptation.
    He leaned over, laying her back on the sofa until she was
staring up at him. Firelight played over her skin, light and shadow dancing in
tandem, making her seem almost ethereal. But she was a real woman with a real
need, and Sean was the man to meet it.
    Deftly, he undid the waist button and the zipper of the skirt
she wore, then slowly tugged