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her into a safe embrace.
    Every nerve stretched towards him and her flesh ached to be touched. She became aware of where the black jersey of her scoop-neck T-shirt brushed her flesh. How could loose material be so constricting?
    Kevin held his hands out to his sides, the bottle clutched in one fist. The motion gave her full access to his chest. She pulled at the snaps along the front of his shirt, slowly undressing him. Beneath the cotton, she found a sleeveless vest. The stark white stood out against the tan of his muscled flesh and molded to each dip and curve of his torso. He maneuvered his arms, switching the bottle from one hand to the other so that the shirt slid onto the floor.
    She wanted him. Without pause, she tugged his vest over his head. Sasha traced the tip of her finger over warm skin, mapping a long puckered scar down one pectoral, passing a small nipple.
    ‘What happened to you?’ she whispered.
    ‘Boyhood mishap,’ he answered.
    Sasha assumed there was much more to the tale, but didn’t know him well enough to push for the full story.
    Her fingers found their own path, moving to the bandage taped to his waist. She wanted to see his tattoo, the sexy sweep of black on his firm skin, but left the bandage where it was. Instead, she drew her fingers across his waistband to his zipper. Unfastening his jeans, she discovered tight black cotton boxers. The material molded to the unmistakable form of his arousal.
    Her heart beat so hard that the sound of it mingled with their heavy breathing. Together they drowned out the noise beyond the window. It was strange to think there were so many people in the city, surrounding them, because right here in this moment there was only the two of them.
    Kevin took a drink straight from the bottle before setting it down on an end table. Almost instantly, his warm hands were on her sides, running a hot trail over her T-shirt to cup her sensitive breasts. The motion pushed the mounds upwards, giving heavy cleavage to the scooped neckline of her T-shirt. Flesh was denied flesh by the boundary of her T-shirt and she groaned with the pure torture of it.
    Sasha wanted him desperately, wanted to taste the liquor on his lips, feel the length of his body worshiping hers as he came over her. The couch would do for starters, even the hardwood floor. At this point, she really didn’t care where he took her so long as he took her.
    A giggle erupted from within the fog of her brain. Heat scorched its way over her skin, bringing with it an intense tingling. Moisture gathered in her sex and her hips practically jerked at the need erupting low in her belly. She ached to feel him inside her, to feel her muscles constricting intimately around his cock.
    Kevin made a light sound and she couldn’t be sure what he meant by it. She looked into his guarded eyes, almost fearful that he would change his mind. Or worse, that he’d laugh at her. What was it about this man that made her feel so unsure of herself?
    But Kevin’s actions were anything but mocking. His hands slid round to her back, tugging her into the strong fold of his chest. She moaned, unable to stop the sound of approval and invitation. He didn’t hold back, as he crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue slipped over the seam of her mouth, urging her lips to part. When she obeyed the request, his tongue probed past the barrier of her teeth, instantly massaging up against her tongue. His grip tightened, forcing her body into his.
    Her eyes opened briefly and she saw a piercing intensity staring back at her. Kevin pulled away. Without saying a word, he cupped his hand against her cheek. She kissed his palm, holding his gaze. A small smile lifted one corner of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side, motioning towards the short hall next to the living room.
    Fingers slid from her face and he turned, leading the way down the hall. He didn’t pull her behind him, didn’t force her in any way. As she took each step she knew it was her