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And a desire she’d repressed for years.

The first moment of the kiss was a shock, as if she’d grabbed a live wire. They both froze. Kissing Nathan was more powerful, and more intimate, than sex.

Oh, this was a bad idea. A wonderfully bad idea.

He groaned, and where her forearm rested against his shoulder, she felt his muscles tense.

Tara sat back, breaking the kiss. She felt this odd need to cry, though she wasn’t sad. Her pussy pulsed in time with her heartbeat, her labia already plump as her body prepared to take his cock. It was a base physiological response.

All because of a kiss.

Except it wasn’t just the kiss. It was who she was kissing that made her body react, even as doubts and alarms were spiraling around the back of her mind.

She was waiting for his hands to slide over her, for him to take control of both her body and the moment.

But Nathan didn’t move. His bare arms meant she could see the flexed muscles, could see how hard he was fighting to stay still.

“I kissed you,” she said. “You don’t have to keep your hands down.”

“That wasn’t a kiss,” he rumbled. “Kiss me like you mean it, Tara.”

The deep voice, the command, his self-control…each was delicious and arousing.

Tara kissed him again, this time touching his lower lip with her tongue. His mouth opened under hers, and she tasted the inside of his lower lip, running her tongue along his teeth.

With a growl, Nathan surged up, doing what she’d been waiting for and taking control of the kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and he tasted cool and a little sweet from the cider. He pulled back, only to tip his head the other way and kiss her again.

Tara’s toes curled, and she grabbed his shoulders with both hands. His own hands were still firmly planted on the cushions. The leather of his vest was warm and smooth under her fingers, but she wanted more.

She slid her palms down the hot, bare flesh of his upper arms. He groaned into her mouth, so she kept going. Hands kneading their way down to his elbows and along his forearms, until she pressed her palms to the back of his braced hands.

Nathan broke the kiss, and they were both breathing hard.

“Kiss over.”

His voice was harsh and for a moment, she thought he’d changed his mind. Maybe the kiss hadn’t affected him the way it had affected her.

“Which means I can touch you.”

Nathan’s hands flipped palms up, his fingers lacing with hers.

Then he wrapped one arm across her back, without releasing her, their joined hands at her opposite hip. Holding her tight to his chest, Nathan flipped their position, until she was seated on the couch, legs spread on either side of his body as he knelt on the floor.

They were staring at one another, both breathing hard.

“Last chance,” he warned her.

“What’s our letter?”

“T.”

Tara couldn’t think of a single kinky toy or activity that began with T. Then again, thinking in general was a little difficult.

“I want to do this,” she said, “with you.”

Chapter 5

Tara’s head fell back against the couch, her body arched, thanks to the way he held her arm behind her back. The delicate line of her throat was exposed, and she watched him through thick, dark lashes.

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