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motivation appealed to him. He could play with her or he could reassure her. Or he could do both. He could tell her what he wanted from her, as he’d never done with any other woman before, because what he wanted most from her was that she be herself.
    Unless, of course, she didn’t like what he’d written.
    The seconds stretched into minutes. Jonny shifted in his seat, adjusting the fit of his trousers. The hotel-roomchair wasn’t all that comfortable, especially for a desperately turned on man glued to his laptop. He pictured Jane sitting in her flat, reading the words he’d written, picturing the two of them together, maybe her brow furrowed a little, thinking about what she would do.
    He raised his hands to the keyboard to ask if she was still there, but then saw that she was typing, and her answer appeared.
    Okay. I can do that. But I have another question. What do you think about kissing?
    A sound escaped Jonny’s throat, half a laugh, half a gasp of surprise.
    I like it a lot.
    His mouth was in a wide smile as he typed, his head shaking in disbelief that he was having this conversation online.
    But what about a first kiss? What should it be like? Should it be all chaste and sweet, or should there be tongues involved? Do you just promise something, or do you really get into it and get all passionate? What do you think?
    I rather think it might depend on the circumstances.
    Jonny was actually breathless as he typed, he noticed with the part of his brain that was still rational. He continued:
    You know, what feels right at the time.
    He hit ‘send’, and then couldn’t help typing:
    Personally I like passion. What do you want out of a first kiss, Jane?
    The answer came back in seconds.
    I want it all.
    He had to stand up and walk around the room, because those four words on his screen made him feel as if he wanted to explode, as if he didn’t want to wait for eight o’clock and seeing Jane in the restaurant, but instead get a cab straight to her address and when she answered the door grab her and give her a kiss that had all the passion she could ever want.
    When he typed, his hands were shaking slightly.
    You can have it all, Jane.
    And do you think we should have sex with each other?
    He could barely respond.
    Do you want to?
    You know, I think I do.
    Jonny didn’t move or breathe. He was normally a visual person, but the fantasy that filled his mind wasn’t just a picture. It was a full-body imagining of what it would feel like to have Jane’s smooth, bare skin against his. How her breasts and hips would feel under his hands, the gasp she would make as he touched her. The weight of her leg twined around his as they lay together. A soft giggle in his ear. Her mouth, soft as petals, her little hands stroking up his back. And the wet, tight heat inside her.
    He groaned aloud.
    Tell me one more thing, Jonny, just for information, and then I’ll leave you in peace for now. What’s your wildest fantasy?
    He was being driven insane by desire and he typed furiously, without slowing down to let his brain think about what he was communicating.
    We can’t wait for dinner to be over. We get up and leave together and when we’re outside, in the cool spring air, we immediately touch each other. We slide our hands inside each other’s clothing and we touch whatever skin we can, kissing and exploring and not caring about the other people walking past us in the evening. Our clothes are in the way but that’s exciting, too, because every touch promises even more.
    He pressed ‘send’ and kept on typing without a break.
    And we’re laughing, Jane, and we hail a taxi and go to the closest possible place where we fall through the door and pull our clothes aside, don’t even bother to take them off, and have the hottest sex in the world up against the nearest wall.
    As he typed he felt it. Jane’s impatient hands on his belt, pushing aside his trousers and taking hold of his erection. Him pressing her against the