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"Just kiss me already," I whisper back, surprised by how much it sounds like a plea

"Your eyes are still open"

I ih sends a thrill up my spine "If only you were that obedient all the tihtly nips my lower lip, a dark, delicious little promise

My hands What do I do with ain, but that seems lame, so I slide them up around his neckand discover his hair Good Lord Thick, glossy strands of hair slide like silk between er than any of the er than Michael’s, past the collar of his shirt, dark and waving, exquisitely soft

As his tongue slowly begins to probeI’ainst hih ins to burn I wasn’t kidding when I said he was experienced He knows exactly what to do, how to get raphic iift I’ve ever received pulsing like neon signs inside hten There’s a new heaviness between , every pull of his lips sending a spike of heat to that hollow space insideacutely aware of, with its muted little howls of need

I break away to check in before I lose ue "How’?" I mumble, flushed and out of breath

His eyes drift open Hot and dark, they pin me in place "Jury’s still out," he says, his voice thick "Need more evidence"

His mouth I will drown in the pleasure of his mouth I’ll die on this sofa, and Mrs Dinwiddle will findcat

The kiss grows decadent Sinful Ifro effect on Caoes stiff

He takes my head in both hands, breaks the kiss, and turns his face away He breathes raggedly for a few ranite With his fingers pressed into hly, "You can’tA donkey A trained pig, snuffling through the underbrush in search of truffles "Okay"

The humiliation in my voice makes his eyes slash to "

Distracting?

He slightly shifts his weight, and things are clarified

I bite bird beating frantically against a cage I whisper, "You said you wouldn’t get aroused"

He looks at doerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking over, shifting dirt and rocks tuers twist in his hair His handspulse like drumbeats in ht break out ofbutterfly Chrysalis shed, wings outstretched, wind beneathfree

He breaks the kiss, suddenly, shatteringly, the separation like breaking glass Dizzy, I whimper at the loss of his , his voice a desperate rasp He radiates heat like a furnace Even his hands on h my skull

With his scent inagainstspells A sloe-eyed singer in a s se like a purr