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would. She’d expected his hands to go to her thighs, to touch her.
Presented with so much flesh, most men would have reacted that way.
Not him though. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

    She bit her lip and
brought the glass up, taking a sip with half closed eyes. His gaze
was intent, powerful. Her head felt light and spun a little. The
Koji was getting to her, enough that she didn’t care that she was
sitting on his lap in an intimate position about to do the most
sensual and seductive thing she’d ever done.

    Her tongue poked out,
capturing a stray drop of Koji on the rim of the glass. His lips
parted.

    Leaning towards him, she
pressed one hand against his chest and was surprised at the
hardness of it. She’d been right. Hidden beneath the shirt was a
toned body. A voice at the back of her mind said she’d give
anything to see it. She shooed it away and focused on him. He was
feeling aroused. Good.

    Time to turn up the
heat.

    She ran her hand up and
around his neck, burying her fingers into his dark hair. His eyes
narrowed, fire burning brightly in them. She brought the glass to
his lips, skimming it across them, lacing them with the Koji. He
closed his eyes. Perfect.

    Her heart thundered with
adrenaline and her eyes zeroed in on his mouth. She denied her own
rising desire and ran the glass along his lips again. This time he
licked them after she’d made a pass. Her own tongue ran over her
lips, mimicking his. She took another sip of the drink and told
herself to get on with it and stop teasing him. She wanted to tease
him though. She wanted to torture him until he snapped and some
primal instinct inside him took over.

    She shifted on his lap and
his jaw muscles tensed. He liked that. She glanced at his hands.
She moved again and his fingers flexed and inched closer to her
thighs.

    She brought the glass to
his lips. He parted them and she tilted the glass, slowly tipping
the liquid into his mouth. He frowned. His hands went to her
thighs, sending a jolt through her that electrified every nerve
ending in her body and made her groin throb. He slid them higher.
She pressed her cheek against his, trying to steel herself against
the effect he was having on her. Her fingers tipped the glass up
and then it fell from them, tumbling to the floor as his hands
reached her backside and pulled her closer.

    She breathed hard into his
ear, struggling for control, and dragged her cheek against his as
she drew back. Her eyes met his for a moment, long enough to see
all the desire and sense it in him, and then she closed hers. Her
hands captured his cheeks. She kissed him.

    It wasn’t gentle or sweet.
It was rough, demanding and passionate, and she couldn’t stop
herself. Her mind screamed that she was supposed to be escaping
now, that the Koji had done its work and he was beyond tipsy. Her
heart screamed that she had to stay right here, where it felt so
good and warm, and where she felt so safe. Her body cried out for
his touch.

    She leaned forwards,
pressing him into the back of the long seat and pinning him there
with her hands. They pushed against his shoulders, restraining him.
His hands caressed her thighs, stirring the fire inside her until
she felt a slave to her desire. Her teeth clashed with his as she
kissed him, their tongues tangling and breath hard against each
other’s lips. She didn’t care. She needed more. He tasted sweet
like Koji but he felt strong. His fingers flexed against her
backside, drawing her closer still. He raised his hips and ground
against her, eliciting a moan from her that she didn’t even try to
contain.

    Her hips moved against
him, her heart pounding when she felt the evidence of his arousal
rubbing her crotch. She kissed him harder, lost in the hunger and
the feel of him.

    This wasn’t supposed to
have happened.

    She pushed off him but his
hands went to her back, stopping her from escaping.

    She stared into his eyes.
This wasn’t right. She’d had it with men. They were nothing