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awareness flared in his eyes.
    Maybe she hadn't completely blown it.
    But then Nick started to shake his head. "I really should — “
    It was now or never. Before he could utter the word go, she cupped his face in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. For a full second, his mouth was unresponsive, slack with surprise. Her stomach fell somewhere near her knees. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She'd known she'd make a complete fool of herself!
    But then Nick was kissing her back, his tongue thrusting eagerly into her mouth, his hands sliding down her back. One hand slid into the waistband of her skirt, gliding roughly over the cheeks of her ass, while his other arm wrapped around her waist.
    Kelly found herself pinned against the front door, Nick's denim-clad thigh wedged between her legs. She was on her tiptoes, moaning into his mouth as he surrounded her with his big, muscular body. Her breasts were deliciously crushed against his chest, her mouth filled with the slick, hot taste of his tongue.
    Moisture rushed between her legs, and all he had done was kiss her. What would she do when he touched her breasts, her clit? The mere thought made her moan again, louder, and grind her throbbing mound against his thigh.
    Then suddenly, he pulled away, chest heaving as though he'd just run a fast mile. Without his support, Kelly staggered a little and reached out to grasp his shoulders. “What — why?” she gasped. "How can you possibly stop now?"
    Nick groaned, leaned down, and ran his tongue across her bottom lip. To Kelly's dismay, he backed away before she could suck it back into her mouth.
    "Kelly, I don't think this is a very good idea." Even as he said it, his palm curved around the back of her neck.
    Now that she'd touched him she couldn't stop. She ran her fingers up the corded muscles of his forearms, explored his biceps, pushing her hands underneath the short sleeves of his T-shirt. "Oh, I have to disagree with you." She leaned up to lick at the salty sweet skin of his neck, gratified by the way his hips involuntarily yearned closer to hers.
    "I'm not interested in anything serious," he said, settling his hands around her waist.
    "And you think I am?" Kelly sighed as his mouth came down to explore her neck.
    "You're a nice girl, Kelly," he murmured between soft sucking kisses that were turning Kelly's knees to liquid.
    "How do you know? You haven't seen me for a long time." She tunneled her fingers into his hair. "Maybe I've turned into a big tramp."
    His soft chuckle told her he didn't believe that for a second. “What's the big deal? I'm leaving town in a few weeks, and I'm not looking for any great romance."
    He lifted his head and looked at her, as though trying to decide whether she was telling the truth. "What exactly is it you want?"
    She tilted her head up and gave him what she hoped was an enticing smile. "I've always had a crush on you, Nick. Back in high school I used to listen to what the girls said about you, how good you were." She reached down, slid one hand up his inner thigh to cup him through his jeans. "How big you were."
    His hand came down over hers, pressing it even more firmly against the rock-hard column of flesh.
    "I want to find out for myself if what they said is true." Kelly wrapped her other hand around his neck, pulling him down for her kiss. “I want to have the high school fling I never got to have. I want you, Nick.”
     
     
    Nick slammed his mouth down across hers, his dick hardening another inch at the eager way Kelly sucked his tongue into her mouth.
    Grown-up Kelly, with her deliciously hot body and dirty mouth, was hotter than any fantasy he'd ever conjured in his own mind.
    A high school fling. Kissing, touching, groping. Teasing a girl until she was so crazy horny that she was willing to go all the way. All of the ways he'd ever dreamed of touching Kelly with his fingers, lips, cock, rushed through his head, and for a terrifying second he was afraid he was going to come in his