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magic of Christmas made flesh and blood. The temptation to kiss him grew stronger.
    “Nick…”
    Somehow her free hand had wrapped around his collar and she lifted on her tiptoes to press her lips against his.
    Just one kiss, that’s all she wanted. All she needed. She’d been in limbo for the last five years. Away from him, but he’d never been far from her thoughts, no matter what she’d told herself. Just one kiss. Proof to herself she was over him. Proof she could kiss him and feel nothing, then she’d walk away and start her life again properly.
    Their lips brushed, the softest of caresses, then caught. Clung.
    “Rudi…” Nick gasped, his hand snagging her around the waist as he pulled her up against him. His mouth covered hers again, harder this time. She whimpered and clung to him, giving herself up to the moment.
    The instant their lips had touched; her question had been answered. She wasn’t over him. Not by a long shot. Might never be…but she could give it a shot.
    Tomorrow.
    Tonight, right now, she was too weak to push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer and returned his kiss. Accepted and welcomed the heat that rolled through her body in response. A pang of familiarity joined it as she nestled closer. They’d always fit together so well, like two halves of a whole. Like they were made for each other.
    The kiss deepened, and turned torrid. Hot, open-mouthed kisses that betrayed the deep need which flared to life every time they touched. Just like it had always been…they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other.
    Nick broke away, his breathing ragged. “Tell me to go, Rudi. Please tell me to go. I don’t deserve you. Never did.”
    “No, you didn’t.” She pulled him back down, lips almost connecting with his. “One night. It means nothing, understand?”
     

Chapter Four

     
    It meant nothing. Just one night. But the sensations that coursed through her as she pulled Nick through the door and into her apartment were very real. He stumbled forward, caught by surprise at her sudden move, but quickly recovered himself. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he twisted to close the door with his free hand. It had barely clicked shut before he urged her backward.
    He kissed her with an intensity bordering on desperation, holding her close to his body as his lips claimed hers. She gasped, unable to do anything but give herself up to him. His tongue swept over her lower lip and she opened up for him, groaning softly as his tongue drove deep to tangle with hers. She needed this, hadn’t realized how much she needed this.
    Her hands weren’t idle. Somehow, she managed to drop the flowers on the console table by the door as they stumbled past it, and then her hands were free to dive into his hair. Close cropped, there was enough length on top for it to curl slightly. Just enough for her to run her fingers through like she used to.
    He groaned, breaking the kiss to lean his head back into her caress. “God, I’ve missed you.”
    Rumbling in reply, she stood on her tiptoes to trail a line of kisses up his throat to his stubble-covered jaw. “Less talking and more kissing.”
    She didn’t want to talk. Or think. She wanted to feel . Just feel. Body against body, skin again skin. She wanted to lock the world and the past out and claim this moment and all the ones that would follow. Tomorrow she’d think, but tomorrow was a world away from now.
    “More kissing, you got it.”
    He bent his head and claimed her lips again, his hands sliding down her back to smooth over her hips. Then they cupped her ass as he urged her upward. Easily, he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. The thick, hard bar of his cock pressed against her pussy, the layers of their clothes doing nothing to ameliorate the heat rising from him. She gasped as her clit ached in response, her pussy clenched with the need to feel him filling her again.
    “That feel good, Rudi?” he whispered against her