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once, but it was the most intense look I’ve ever had.
    His eyes were burning up as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, leaving behind a shine, telling me exactly what he was thinking, before he slid back up my body to meet my face again with eyes that wanted to eat me on the spot.
    My body wanted to melt right into the grooves of my wood floor, but I refused to show him he had gotten to me. I caught his eyes float past my shoulder, but he would only get a view of my practically empty bookcase, before bringing then back to scan my face.
    That was it. He had to go.
    “Please leave, John,” I pleaded. “It’s best for both of us.”
    I turned to open the door for him, but he reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly to him. One strong hand clutched the back of my hair and his lips met mine for a searing kiss that I wasn’t expecting. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I should be fighting him off, but it had the opposite affect and I became mush.
    The air in the room disappeared, getting sucked out at the same time I was getting sucked in. I was only being kept conscious by his breath passing my lips.
    The only sense that was working was touch and I was drowning in it. His hard body pressed against mine, radiating heat, setting every nerve ending on edge.
    John broke free from my lips trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. He stopped long enough to whisper, “I missed you so much, Faith. And I know you missed me. I don’t care what you say.”
    He continued spreading more kisses across my collar bone slipping farther down to the opening of my robe, stopping at the swell of my breasts. He made sure there was no air floating between us grinding his hips against my stomach. That’s when I noticed what else was hard.
    “John, don’t,” I said too weakly to be convincing.
    His hand slid down the curve of my ass, finding the edge of my thigh length robe. It made its way back up, skimming my thigh and caressing me where I was dying for it most. He ran a finger between my crease, feeling the wetness he’d help create.
    I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted me to remember what I gave up, and he was doing a fantastically torturous job of it.
    The heat and musky smell that bombarded me combined to make a heady combination. He could have asked me for anything at this very moment and I’d agree.
    He continued his torment down my slim body, making sure his stiff cock rubbed every burning inch of me as he went. With one hand at my nape, grasping me as if he was afraid I would run again, he whispered, “God, Faith, I can’t believe I found you.”
    His hazel eyes stared up at me through hooded lids. I pressed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see how I’d hurt him, I only wanted to feel him. My head was reeling in a haze, but I needed to clear it. I needed to stop it.
    “John, we need to stop. I can’t do...” Before I could finish, John’s lips were back on mine, sliding his tongue deep inside, taking my words away with each swipe he made.
    I couldn’t fight him. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I should fight his seduction, but I didn’t want to because it felt too good. After tonight I couldn’t see him again, so I took what I could.
    Without losing the connection our mouths had, he laid me out on the suede couch. The soft material against my skin made all his lingering touches more intense.
    He followed, holding himself over me, resting his forearms next to my head, smoothing the splayed hair with the tips of his fingers.
    He broke away from our kiss and stared into my eyes with a longing I had never seen before. I wanted to turn away, but he had my face pinned between his muscular forearms that were so close I could turn and lick the thick veins that ran up them. I squirmed from the wetness that formed as I thought about doing it.
    I didn’t act on my dream, instead our eyes stayed locked on each other, saying everything we’d felt over the years of separation.
    Unable to