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something. Desire? Her eyes traveled down his rippling torso and alighted on the enormous bulge of his erection pushing against the fabric.
    Melissa gulped. Rory wanted her. Really wanted her.
    Her pulse quickened, sending blood racing around her body. A deep, hot ache lit her groin, making her tingle with desire. Feeling suddenly brazen, Melissa yanked the yellow fabric of her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor, following it with her bra.
    The breeze felt cool on her exposed breasts, dimpling the soft white flesh and turning her rosebud nipples hard and erect. She was rewarded by the widening of Rory’s eyes and the quickening of his breathing.
    She took hold of his hand and pulled him down onto the sofa beside her. Rising up onto her knees, she inched closer, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. For a moment, he went rigid with surprise. But only for a moment. A second later, his strong arms circled her, pulling her close, pressing her breasts against the hard, smooth muscles of his pectorals. His soft, warm lips parted and his tongue snaked into her mouth, caressing her tongue with a deep and urgent hunger.
    Arousal lit Melissa’s body like fire. The wet ache deepened in her pussy until it bordered on pain. Where her nipples pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, delicious rivulets of sensation ran along her breasts and down her stomach.
    Rory’s smell was all around her: the slight musk of his sweat, the clean smell of his hair, the spicy scent of his cologne. She tightened her arms around him, pulling him hard against her. His tongue probed deeper and she responded in kind, working her lips hard and insistently against his, inviting his tongue into her mouth to cavort with her own.
    Rory’s strong hands caressed her back, his hands gliding smoothly across her skin and raising the hairs on her arms. She shivered with pleasure as his lips traveled down her neck, brushing tiny, sensual kisses along her breastbone. With a low gasp, she tilted her head back, exposing her throat to his touch.
    Then Rory’s hand found her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. His mouth descended on her other breast, sucking the nipple between his lips and caressing the bud with his tongue.
    With a shuddering moan, Melissa arched her back, her thoughts becoming foggy and remote. Was this what she’d wanted all along? She could no longer tell. All she knew was that being with Rory felt so right. His touch, his smell, his nearness made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before. It was like opening her eyes for the first time.
    Her body juddered as he sucked and teased her breasts and her pussy ached with need. She wanted him. Needed him. Needed his huge, solid shaft inside her, pounding deep. And her body was ready, the wetness between her legs was testament to that.
    “Oh, Rory,” she moaned. “This is good.”
    Rory straightened and met her gaze, his deep brown eyes suddenly serious. What was that she saw in them? Lust, certainly. But was there something else as well? Something deeper?
    “That’s what I want,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “I want you to feel good when you’re with me, Melissa. Do you trust me?”
    Butterflies danced in her stomach at his words. “Yes,” she murmured. “I trust you.”
    As if she had given him permission he lunged forward, put one hand behind her head and kissed her hungrily. His other hand glided down her belly and under the waistband of her pants. Melissa’s eyes slid closed as Rory’s strong fingers slipped into the wetness of her soft folds. A jolt of sizzling sensation rocked through Melissa as he found her clit and gently began to rub the sensitive organ with the pad of one thumb. She whimpered, breaking off their kiss to throw her head back, unable to concentrate on anything except the searing flames gathering inside.
    Rory’s kisses moved lower, along her jawline and then her neck, his tongue snaking out to