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."Now, where were we?"She dropped her hand."You don't have to do this.""Have to is not the way I'd characterize it.""I goaded you." Her words coming out in a rush."I'm sorry.I know you're not scared of me.Notscared of anything.I was just angry.You don't have to prove a thing."Scared? Hell, he was petrified, but not for the reasons she thought.He was scared there'd be nopulling back after this.One taste would never be enough.He put those thoughts aside."You're rightthere.I don't have anything to prove."He took her hand, the one she'd touched to her mouth, and pulled her closer.Her eyes widened, andhe could see a pulse leaping at the base of her neck."So you can go back to your baseball game," she breathed."Not in a million years." He stroked the inside of her wrist, watching her pupils dilate."Okay, I'm scared," she confessed.He smiled then."Oh, ye of little faith.Did I show you nothing last night?""We don't have any condoms."His smile broadened."Yes, we do.Or rather, I do.""How very forward-looking of you."He didn't mistake her testiness for anything more than it was, an expression of her fear."Sweetheart, I've had it bad for you since you stood up two years ago and tried to shred the case I'dspent months building.You think I'd move in under the same roof with you and not bring condoms?""Remy Rosneau," she murmured."I lost that at trial.""And had the conviction overturned on appeal, despite the fact I know the guy touched that girl."She bristled."I notice the Crown didn't take it to the Supreme Court.""I didn't say you didn't earn the reversal on technical merits, I said he was guilty as hell.Now, arewe gonna stand around talking about this all night or are you gonna let me kiss you again?" He had the satisfaction of hearing her breath hitch as he pulled her close again."Two years?" she asked."Two years."The confirmation was breathed against her lips, which parted softly, giving him the merest taste ofher.It was part familiar comfort, part exotic mystery.Part sunshine, part sin.And one hundredpercent, full-moon-howling sexy.He pulled back a fraction, wanting to look his fill of that glorious mouth before he tasted it again,but she clutched at his shirt front, pulling herself up on tiptoe to preserve the contact.He got themessage.More.Now.Lightheaded, he stroked her parted lips with his tongue, lingering on the sensitive tissue just insideher lower lip.From last night's petting session on the couch, he knew she liked that, liked the long,slow prelude to a deeper, more intimate mating of tongues.Suddenly, he wanted to give her that slow,sensual trip.He wanted to carefully stoke her desire, make her dizzy with pleasure.Digging deep, heordered his thundering heart to slow.You can do this.You can be as patient as she needs you to be.Then she released his shirt front and slid her hands up to grip his head, kissing him back, pressingher breasts against his chest like she couldn't get close enough.In that millisecond, his good intentionswere blasted away by a tidal wave of urgency.He tugged the tail of her blouse out of her skirt and pushed his hands under the fine material tosweep across her back.Lord, she felt good, like satin.Warm, smooth, soft.He let his hands roamlower, gently squeezing the sweet curve of her butt under the taut fabric of her little skirt.That broughta harsh sob to her lips.The low, sexy sound nearly ripped the lid off what remained of his self-control.Pushing her backwards, he guided her to the couch.She went down, pulling him with her, onto her.Her body was warm, solid, and impossibly exciting beneath his.Way too exciting.Damn, he had toslow this down.He pulled back slightly, which she took as license to tug his shirt free, her fingers fumbling with thebuttons as she worked them loose.Then her hands were skimming his chest, sliding around to clutchat his back."Now, John." She arched against him, her body moving restlessly against his arousal.He groaned."Not yet, baby.""Yes, now." Her hands went to his belt, undoing it."I don't want to lose this.I don't want to startanalyzing everything.Please.I'm ready now."He gritted his teeth against a surge of desire that threatened to swamp him."Maybe," he managed,"but I'm not."At his words, he felt her go still.Oh, hell.She thought he wasn't ready, as if she wasn't sexy enoughto make him instantly hard.As if he hadn't been ready forever."I mean, I am ready.So ready, I canhardly stand it.But the condoms.they're upstairs
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