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feel of her mouth under his. Her tongue met his in a sensual dance of exploration and invitation, her kisses quickly matching his own desperation.
    With a low groan, he backed her against the counter, then grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the stainless steel surface. She locked her legs around his hips, drawing him into the junction of her thighs. He bit her lip lightly, tugging on it as he slid his hands under her tee shirt, palming the decadently soft skin of her lower back. He felt the goosebumps on her skin, and triumph poured through him at the realization that she was as affected as he was. "Lissa." He whispered the name against her lips as he slid his hands along her back, under her bra strap, to her shoulders. He cupped her shoulder blades, then began to kiss his way along her jaw.
    She let out a small noise of desire that went right to his cock. She leaned back, letting him support her as she tipped her head back for him. He kissed along her neck, tracing circles with his tongue. He shifted his grip so he was fully supporting her with his right arm, and then he hooked his left index finger over the neck of her tee shirt and pulled it down. He continued his kisses, moving lower and lower, until he reached the swell of her breast.
    She gripped his shoulders, sucking in her breath as he traced circles with his tongue, lower and lower, until he reached the edge of her bra. Beige and sensible, without any lace...and it was sexy as hell. Better than the black lace that women threw at him, because Lissa's bra told him what he already knew, that she wasn't a temptress trying to seduce him. It was the bra of a woman who'd had absolutely no plans for a man to see her bra tonight, of a woman who was too consumed with regular life to worry about how to snag a man. He caught the edge of it with his finger and slid it down, kissing his way across her breast, to her nipple.
    He bit lightly, and she gasped, jerking in his arms. Her responsiveness was beyond sexy, and he swept his tongue around her nipple, biting, licking, kissing, playing, cataloguing her every reaction, figuring out what she liked, what she loved.
    She started to tremble, and he realized suddenly that she was close to the edge. From the simple act of his kissing her nipple? He wanted to take her over that edge. He wanted to give her that release. With a low growl, he upped his attentions to her breast, and slid his free hand beneath her shirt, tracing circles along her ribs.
    "God, Travis," she whispered, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. "That feels amazing—" She cut herself off with a gasp as he slid his hand beneath her bra and lightly pinched her other nipple.
    He kept up the assault, listening to every tell of her body, keeping her tight against him as he brought her to the edge... She yelped suddenly, and grabbed him, her body convulsing against him. He immediately raised his head to kiss her on the mouth, swallowing her tiny cries of ecstasy as the tremors shook her. He held her tight, kissing her until the last one faded, until she sagged against him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Wow," she whispered.
    Travis grinned. He wasn't going to lie. He felt like a freaking hero right now. Not just because he'd given her an orgasm without even going below her ribcage, but because it was Lissa . "Good, huh?"
    She sighed, sliding her arms around his waist, nestling her face into the curve of his neck. "Do you realize how long it's been?"
    "Tell me." He ran his fingers along her spine, feeling more content than he'd felt in a long time. Maybe ever.
    "Almost nine years."
    His hand stilled. "Nine years since a guy gave you an orgasm?"
    "Mmmhmm." She sighed again.
    Nine years. How was that possible? Lissa was sexy as hell, funny, warm, outgoing, and pure temptation. "Has it been that long because none of the guys you've been with have any skills in the bedroom?" Stupid question. With her responsiveness, the guy would have to be a complete moron not to be