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yet touch her.
    She turned this time, and when she lifted her eyes to mine, I closed the small gap between us and slid my lips over hers.
    She froze for a moment, body still and stiff, but then, on a huge sigh, she let loose, her body going slack.
    I brushed my lips against hers, softly, gently, and not with the edge of need that bubbled inside me. Strictly speaking, this wasn’t essential. I could have gotten close enough without taking things this far.
    But I was a selfish bastard. And I wanted this, wanted her, and she did too, her slight touches, her shy glances clear signs of it. And I had no choice but to act on the desire arcing between us.
    Full lips, soft, supple, and sweet beneath mine, parted slightly, and I used the opening to deepen our kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist and her body pressed against mine, heavy breasts flattened against my chest, the curve of her stomach against my burgeoning erection.
    Need, which had been simmering beneath the surface all day, sharpened and jumped to the forefront, pushing everything else aside. I wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once, but instead, I slipped my tongue into her mouth.
    She breathed out again, her harsh, warm breath sweet against my face as I kissed her with a passion that surprised me with its intensity.
    And as I did, I curved my hands against her backside, filling my palms with the heavy flesh. I wanted her to have no doubt where this was headed.
    She pulled back and met my eyes, tentatively at first but then with increasing confidence.
    Fingers curled around my arms, she held me as I moved forward and kissed her. And then she kissed me back.
    I slid my hands up her back, underneath her jacket, and over the outline of her bra. It hit me then that she was wearing far too many clothes. So I broke the kiss and looked down at her, her eyes pleading, her chest heaving with harshly exhaled breaths.
    I shrugged off my own jacket and then pulled my shirt over my head, and then tossed both. Instinct told me that she needed this, and I could sense her vulnerability as well. Though her eyes were soft with desire, I could practically see the thoughts as they swirled inside her brain. And I needed to stop that, wanted her to be as focused on me, and me alone, as I was on her.
    I grasped her hand, lifted it, and pressed it against my chest. Her lips, which had been pursed, shaped into a perfect O as she touched my bare skin. Her gaze darted to mine, but she looked away quickly, centering her vision on her hand where it lay against the hard slab of my pecs.
    The O transitioned into a soft little smile as she slid her hand over my chest and down my stomach. Her breaths came a little faster, and her gaze sharpened, the worry that I had perceived before fading.
    Seemingly mindlessly, she lifted her other hand, used both to trace my abs, then my chest, and then back up over my collarbone and down my shoulders.
    My own breath caught. There was nothing skilled or even particularly seductive in her touch, but the honest, almost reverent way she caressed me was more arousing than the most trained seduction would have been.
    Her hands and their unskilled caress left me shaking, and I backed away, needing to break the contact if I was to go through this slowly and with the skill that she deserved.
    She glanced up, again looking surprised, but that expression faded when I pushed her jacket off her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt.
    Her gaze sharpened, and I moved in closer, pressing a hard, quick kiss against her lips as I lifted the hem of her shirt. My fingers trailed across her smooth, soft skin, so warm, so alive against my fingers. I choked back a moan when I reached her satin-covered breasts, her nipples puckered tight beneath the thin fabric. I looked down at them, taking in the generous swells of brown flesh and then seeing her nipples as they hardened even further at my touch.
    I finished removing her shirt and tossed it aside, and then, before she could think