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aggressively with her teeth.
    „Ouch!“
    With another muttered word or two, Lang lifted himself, slid her abruptly beneath the full length of his body and came down on top of her in a heavy surge of hard, muscled weight. The impact took away her breath and Kali opened her mouth, automatically sucking in air.
    She got his tongue instead. He took her lips with the swooping, stunning blow of a hawk, thrusting into the depths behind her teeth before she could gather her senses.
    But her hands were free at last! Kali splayed her fingers against his shoulders, shoving with all her strength. She might as well have been trying to lift a mountain. When that failed she tried to use her teeth against his invading tongue.
    He retaliated by withdrawing far enough to take a warning nip out of her lower lip. Simultaneously his hands slid down her sides to her thighs, fingers flexing as they sought the feel of her beneath the tangled velvet.

    When she gave up the attack on his tongue and allowed him to retake the interior of her mouth she knew he sensed an impending victory. Instead of softening the assault, however, he moved to consolidate his gains, using his knee to pry apart her legs. When she was forced to give ground once more he followed that up with a surging, fiercely intimate movement of his lower body against hers.
    The action brought another gasp from Kali as she was made violently aware of the full force of his arousal. Wasn’t heavy drinking supposed to deprive a man of his sexual abilities? How much Scotch had Lang consumed that evening? She’d been counting glasses at Amanda’s party and she could have sworn…
    Her efforts at logic were interrupted as she realized with a sense of widening shock that Lang’s hand had discovered the fragile fastenings of the silk blouse. She was helpless to halt the progress of his hand and that fact finally drove her to acknowledge that it was time for the next stage of her battle plan. More than time! The battle had become real.
    „Oh! Lang, please! I…“
    The little cry was not entirely an act. Kali stopped fighting him, letting her body go soft and more acquiescent beneath his hardness.
    She couldn’t have said in that moment what was buried in her small plea. Whatever it was, the important thing was that Lang should perceive it as a cry of surrender.
    „Please what, Kali?“ he prodded mockingly. But the assault was slowing as he accepted her implicit capitulation. Unfortunately the hand at work on the blouse fastenings didn’t halt. Kali wasn’t certain how to protest the intimacy without ruining the overall look of placating surrender.
    „I’m… I’m sorry I provoked you,“ she got out faintly, closing her eyes as he reached the barrier of her bra and found the front clasp.
    No! He mustn’t…!
    But he was touching her, his thumb and forefinger finding the tip of her breast and the hardening bud of her nipple. She sensed the gathering tautness, felt a full sensation that was making her ache in a vulnerable, almost painful way.
    And then, before she could find a way to stop him, Lang was trailing a string of fiery little kisses down her throat to the throbbing nipples, soothing them with the curling tip of his tongue.
    „Oh!“ The moan was half-stifled in her throat as he groaned huskily and tugged gently on one rosy peak. „Lang, no! I… Please, I don’t…“ But the protest was broken, terribly disjointed, and he ignored it. His whole attention seemed to be on eliciting a reaction from her body. With teasing dominance he licked concentric circles from the base of her breasts to the nipples and back again.
    Kali realized she was straining upward against the weight of his body, unconsciously seeking more of him. Her fingers laced behind his head, burying themselves in the thick, dark red hair and pulling him closer.
    What was wrong with her? She was in danger of losing control of the situation entirely, just when her plan seemed to be working! And it was working,