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reckless thoughts aside. “Why are you here, Eric?”
    “I wanted to see if you were okay. I didn’t come to fight with you.”
    “Then maybe you should leave because that’s all I have for you. It’s all I have left.”
    “You have a lot more in you. A lot more.”
    His arms slipped around my waist and pulled me into him.
    I put my hand on his cheek and leaned up to meet his tender kiss. It deepened. His body arced warm and solid against me, and I was a puddle.
    He drew back from our kiss. I used the time to catch my breath. I should slap him and tell him to get the hell out of my apartment, no get the hell out of my life . Then he looked at me and the fire that was already burning blazed. An out of control inferno raged under my skin. I just wanted him, every inch, all over me.
    “Eric, kiss me,” I whispered to him.
    A slow smile formed on his wickedly handsome face. Our lips were only a breath apart. He held them there. His hands made their way to my head and into my black curls. He gently tilted my head up until my face was turned up to his.
    What the hell are you doing? my mind screamed at me, but my body wasn’t listening.
    “Tell me to kiss you again.”
    “Kiss me, Eric.”
    He closed the distance between our lips. The passion behind his kiss hit me. It flowed through him and became mine. Eric led us toward the table. The edge bumped against the back of my thigh. Eric lifted me up with ease and no hesitation.
    Holy shit, did he really picked me up?
    I sighed softly into his mouth as he stepped smoothly into place between my thighs. He leaned me back slightly, holding me up with his arm as he blazed a trail of hot kisses down my throat. His tongue swirled in small, seductive circles in the hollow beneath my earlobe. I let my head fall back in complete pleasure. His free hand found its way into my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp in erotic pulses. My hands were behind me holding me up and my arms trembled. I opened my legs wider and tried to scoot to the edge to get what I wanted from him.
    He shifted back, untangling himself from me. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt and he slipped it over his head. His chest and stomach made my body ache with need. His abs were flat and I wanted to lick things off of it, yummy, naughty things. While I may have been deliciously distracted, he was not. He moved to my shirt, and the thin fabric was over my head before I realized it.
    He stepped into me again and continued his kisses, his amazing, intoxicating kisses. He slowly kissed and licked down my neck and chest until he reached the top of my breast. His hand slid around my back to my bra. He had the hook in his hand and was about to snap it open. I was already imagining all the things his wonderful mouth had in store for me.
    Spiiissss Spiiissssss!
    I glanced over toward the kitchen where the noise was coming from. I groaned my frustration. I rested my head forward on his shoulder.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled.
    Eric’s body trembled with laughter. He stepped back.
    Spiiissssss!
    “What is that?” he asked.
    I lifted my head up. “The water for the rice. I’m cooking dinner. Normally I love cooking, but right now, not so much.”
    Eric took me by the waist and brought me closer to the edge of the table. This had me right up against a very stiff part of him. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
    “At the moment, I am more interested in dessert. Especially when chocolate’s on the menu.” His voice was heavier than normal. Lifting me from the table, he placed my feet on the floor. He held my waist a bit longer then kissed me deeply and when he released me, I gulped in air trying to catch my breath.
    Recovered enough, I went to the kitchen to see if dinner was still an option. One peek into the pan showed it was savable. I brought the water to boil again to fluff up the rice. The food in the wok was surprisingly unharmed.
    Eric came into the kitchen, T-shirt re-adorned. When he