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seen,” he breathed.
    Her thickly lashed eyes widened as he slowly bent to her, then they dropped to half-mast as her lips parted slightly. He had never kissed a woman, except his mother, and that wasn’t the kind of kiss he wanted to give Sherry. He brushed his lips over hers with the lightest touch he could manage. He did it again, and again. The feel of Sherry tightening her grip on his wrist made him want to growl his denial. She was pulling at his wrist. Trying to break his gentle hold? Wanting to pull him away?
    He was shocked when she used her hold on his wrist to lift herself higher, pressing her lips against his with a hot firmness that made his cock jerk. When her mouth opened for her tongue to glide over his lips he shook the shock off and snaked his free arm around her narrow waist to jerk her against his erection. A moan escaped him at the luscious feel of his mate pressed so close, and her tongue took that as an invitation to slide inside his mouth. Had he died and gone to Father John’s Heaven? He wanted more. He wanted everything.
     
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    Sherry reveled in the press of Stag’s body against her, the feel of his hard length grinding against her groin. He kissed like a man who had never kissed before, but he held her like a man who knew what he wanted. She’d decided to kiss him to see if he would be rough with her. Stag had sparked her body to simmering arousal for months. She’d been so upset by it she’d found the backbone to demand to have Father John hear her confession. A good bit of her counseling sessions with Dixie had revolved around her attraction to Stag and her fear of him. That was really LeRoi’s fault. Her husband liked inflicting pain in bed. Dixie had said that she should take baby steps in getting to know Stag in a safe environment. Learning trust was hard, but it could be done.
    Sherry also wanted to know whether or not the chemistry she thought they could have was really there. Hoo-boy! It was there, all right. Honestly, while they’d been sitting by the stove all she could see was his perfect body, all she could smell was his wonderful scent. He turned her on without even touching her. Inviting him to kiss her was an impulsive decision that could bite her on the ass, but right now she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was crush her pelvis into his, to rock against him while she stroked her hands over his hard pecs and shoulders. She slid her hand under the narrow strip of leather that held his little buckskin sack around his neck so she could caress his nape. He smelled good, and the feel of his bare muscular body under her smoothing palms made her crazy for more. Not to mention what his hot mouth was doing to her. How had they gone from a sweet gentle kiss to this inferno of carnal delight so quickly?
    The bite of cold air on her stomach shocked her back to reality. Stag was trying to yank her sweater off. That wasn’t a baby step! His rough demand spiked apprehension through her. Passion cooled so suddenly she felt dizzy from it.
    “Stag,” she croaked, dragging her mouth away from his and trying to pull the sweater back down. “Stop. Too fast. Stop .”
    He let go of the hem of her bulky, oversized sweater but his hands glided under it, sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts through her bra. She breathed past a tiny shard of fear, waiting for him to hurt her, but his hands playing with her breasts felt really good, too good to make him stop. Not yet, anyway. His hands tugged impatiently at her bra cups to pull them out of the way so his hands, so warm in spite of the cold air in here, could massage her sensitive nipples. Sherry couldn’t decide what felt better, his tongue playing with hers, his hands on her breasts, or the way he rubbed his erection over her mound. All three of them, happening at the same time, set her on fire. She decided he hadn’t been going too fast after all. This still counted as baby steps.
    “Need to taste you,” he rasped against her