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He’s looking at me so int ent ly, I stop trying to fig ht hi m off of me

and I ho ld my brea th. His ches t is pres sing agains t mine, my back is
pres sed to the door. And the n hi s mouth is on mine. Warm pres sure
agains t my lips.
Des pite the streng th behi nd them , hi s lips are like silk. I’m
sho cked at the moan tha t rushes thro ugh me, and ev en more sho cked
when I part my lips and want more. His tong ue slides agains t mine

and he rel ea ses my wrists to grab my face. His kiss grows deep er and I
grasp at hi s ha ir, pulling hi m closer, feel ing the kiss in my ent ire body.
Both of us bec ome a med ley of moans and gasps as the kiss bring s
us over the ed ge, our bodies want ing more tha n our mouths can
del iver. I feel his ha nd s as he rea ches down and grabs my leg s, lifting
me up and ho oking them around hi s waist.
My God, thi s man can kiss. It’s as if he takes kissing as seri ously as

he takes hi s profes sion. He beg ins to pull me away from the door
when I’m hi t with the rea lization tha t yes , hi s mouth is capable of a
lot. But wha t hi s mouth ha s failed to do is res pond to ev er ythi ng I told
hi m upstairs.
For all I kno w, I’ve just given in. I’m giving hi m wha t he want s: a
one- ni ght stand . And tha t’s the last thi ng he des er ves right no w.

I pull my mouth from hi s and push on hi s sho ulders . “Put me
down. ”
He kee ps walking toward hi s bed , so I say it again. “R yle, put me
down right no w.”
He stops walking and lowers me to the floor. I ha ve to back away
and face the other direc tion to gather my tho ught s. Looking at hi m
whi le I still feel hi s lips on mine is more tha n I can dea l with right

no w.
I feel hi s arms go around my waist, and he res ts hi s hea d on my
sho ulder. “I’m sorr y,” he whi spers . He turns me around and bring s a
ha nd up to my face and brushes hi s thu mb across my cheek . “It’s my
turn no w, okay?”
I don’t res pond to hi s touch. I keep my arms folded across my

ches t and wait to hea r wha t he ha s to say bef ore I allow mysel f to
res pond to hi s touch.
“I had tha t picture made the day after I took it,” he says. “It’s been
in my apartment for mont hs no w, bec ause you were the most