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The sharp mint of toothpaste. His warm breath.
       And the heat spread. Surrounded her. Wrapped her into her own little velvet world. Just her. And him.
       Suddenly, the moment flared, grew. The warmth of spring became the sweltering heat of mid-summer, and the moment out of time was lost, swallowed by the return of his lust.
       In an instant his arms had wrapped her closer to him, and his mouth ravaged hers. Helpless to resist, she found herself answering in kind, her own tongue delving deeply as she explored his mouth and lips.
       Gone was the tenderness of moments before, replaced by a savage hunger that was almost frightening in its intensity. Almost, but not quite. There was nothing frightening in the way his hands ran smoothly up and down her sides; it was a soothing touch, making her feel something like how she imagined a cat would feel when it was being stroked.
       His hands strayed gradually, almost absently, from their rhythmic caress along the side of her ribs and over her hips. He held her to him, his hands warming the small of her back as he pressed her hips into his, taking possession of her body as easily as he'd taken possession of her mouth.
       A final hard kiss was pressed onto her lips, then he wrenched his mouth from hers and Gina found herself turned so she was somehow leaning forward over the arm of the chair, half kneeling on the sofa, her legs slightly spread and her arms trapped at her sides. Her bottom rested snugly against his groin: she wriggled against him, pleased with the evidence of his own arousal. As she moved, he grew harder, and she felt his breathing grow ragged before he yanked her hard up against him, restricting her teasing movements by holding her firmly in place.
       That left his hands free to roam over her front, across her stomach and up towards her breasts. He'd sent a million fires roaring through her body, and the slightest flutter of his breath on the back of her neck was enough to send new convulsions rocketing across her sensitized skin.
       His lips were on her nape, his tongue a halfimagined instrument of delight as it swirled soft patterns that barely touched her. She could hear him murmuring into her neck; she couldn't understand the words, but knew instinctively what he was doing. Like a cat basking in the sun, she arched her back and stretched her neck, encouraging him to continue the sweet torture.
       Gina wanted him with every fiber of her body. Emotions and commitment be damned, she was horny and becoming desperate for relief. The tiny, sane part of her that was still uninvolved in her body's reaction didn't for a minute believe he wanted anything other than a one-night stand. It would be a first for her, and she didn't care. If she experienced nothing else in her life, she wanted to be fucked by Nate Moore.
       His hands still hadn't been anywhere near her breasts, yet she could feel her nipples abrading against the soft lace of her bra as they hardened. Her pussy was literally throbbing with her need. She was hot and swollen, and could actually feel all the extra blood that had raced down there, pounding in time with her accelerated pulse. And that had happened even before his hands had started their wicked stroking.
       The feelings he was drawing out were at the same time too much and not enough. Totally overwhelmed, her eyes drifted closed. The soft light of the sole table lamp seemed harsh and only added to her discomfort.
       Discomfort? Or pleasure? She was so aroused it was hard to tell, but she knew what she wanted and struggled to free her hands, desperate to guide his hands closer to where she wanted to be touched.
       Nate chortled in her ear, a deep sound of oh-somasculine amusement that sent a fresh flurry of shivers coursing through her veins. Obligingly, one hand dipped lower, his fingers stretching to brush over her pussy, which was still covered by her clothes. But her hands remained as securely caught