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tossed that out the window the moment she lifted her shirt.
    Her nose nuzzled his ear. “How about we start some of that reminiscing?”
    Words escaped him, so he answered with his hands sinking into her hair, pulling her into a kiss. Her lips brushed against his like silk. Their fullness delighted him and brought him back to a time when they were younger, their flurry of kisses and tangles of tongues inevitably leading to sex.
    She pressed her tongue against his and grabbed his neck with her hands. Thrills passed through him, as if he were on his first solo airplane flight, performing loops. Like all his flights, he wanted this to last longer than a short sortie. Although she communicated fast and furious with her hips pressed against his, he intended slow, sensual, deliberate, like a cross-country flight with plenty of time for refueling.
    He slowed her pace by pulling away from her lips and tasting the silky flesh of her neck. While his heart beat a furious rhythm and his cock strained against his pants, he willed his hands to toy with the tiny buttons that decorated the shoulder of her blouse before lowering his hand to the outside of her breast.
    She moaned and grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I’m not used to you going slowly.”
    He smiled, pulling her earlobe between his lips. “I’ve changed.”
    He nibbled the space just behind her ear and she gasped. “Obviously.”
    Fighting his own urge to rip her clothes from her body, he stood straight and smoothed his hands over her long sleeves. “So have you. Almost every inch of you is covered,” he teased, even though he liked the idea of unwrapping her piece by piece.
    She frowned. “It’s cold outside. It’s kind of cold in here.” She crossed her arms.
    “Then let’s warm you up.” He scooped her up like a groom in a fairy tale and headed to his bedroom. Her breasts pressed against him as she held onto his shoulders, and his need exploded as they rubbed against his chest. Those would not stay covered for much longer. His mouth watered at the thought of pulling a nipple between his lips. Hoping to make her laugh or smile, he dropped her on the bed.
    She grinned and stretched her arms above her head, giving him a good view of how slim she’d stayed. Full hips curved beneath a slender waist that accentuated her perky breasts. “That’s more like it.” She kicked off her shoes. “Grab my purse, though. We’re going to need those condoms. Knowing Suzy, they’re scented or ribbed or nubbed or something unexpected.”
    He snatched the condoms out of her purse and placed them on the bedside table before stretching out beside her. “I like the look of you on my bed.” He truly did. She fit in with his Spartan environment. The only ornament he’d ever need was her.
    “Really? All dressed? I think we’re wearing too much.” Her playful nature seemed out of character. He remembered her being much more serious and focused, and he wondered if all of this night were a game for her. Changing that would be a priority for him.
    He fluttered his feet, which caused his flip flops to drop to the floor. “My shoes are off now.”
    She rolled onto her side. “That won’t be enough.” She raised his sweater and pouted. “A T-shirt?” She shoved away from him and stood. “That’s it, Duff. Get off the bed and take it off now. All of it.”
    Tonight, everything about her surprised him, her impulsiveness, her playfulness, and her forcefulness. He liked this version of Kirsten, at least for tonight. “I’m leaving on some for you to remove. You should, too.” He took off everything except his underwear.
    She tossed her blouse at him, revealing a trimmer torso and fuller breasts than he remembered. “Nope. Get rid of the barriers. All of them.” Her skirt hit his chest, and she wasted no time pulling her stockings off her legs. With a flourish, she dropped her bra to the floor. Her tight nipples pointed upward like they used to, but they’d darkened to