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that his grasp on her was even firmer. So that he was holding her harder.
    She certainly shouldn’t be angling her head so she could kiss him deeper. But she was. She was doing all those things.
    His touch was hot and sure, his tongue slick, his lips firm. She could feel his erection hardening against her stomach. And that was something else she should be offended by. But she wasn’t.
    She moved against his body, relished the feeling of his hard, thick length against her body. It was amazing. To make a man react like this to her.
    She couldn’t remember the last time it had been like this, if ever. And that was just from the man’s end. From her end...well, it had never felt like this. Sex was something she did because if she was in a relationship, it was part of the package.
    She’d never been desperate for it. Had never felt like she wanted to—no, needed to—run her whole body against her partner’s, just so she could feel every inch of him on every inch of her. But she did now. She ached for it, the surface of her skin hypersensitive, tingling, desperate for his touch.
    Suddenly, she was very aware of her nipples. She usually wasn’t. They didn’t do much, after all. A little tightening when it was cold. But now...Wow.
    They ached. Honestly. She pressed herself against his chest in an attempt to get some relief. It sent a shock of heat down between her thighs. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed everything.
    She freed her trapped wrists and moved her hands over his chest, rough hair over hard muscle abrading her skin.
    He was so very much a man, a stupid observation maybe, since obviously he was a man. But everything about him was like some kind of testosterone-laden candy land, designed for her own personal pleasure. There were men, and there were
men
.
    He was a
man
.
    He moved his hands lower, to her thighs, and then she was being lifted up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, scrabbling to get ahold of him, looping her arms around his neck. And they managed not to break the kiss. Technically, they were still on only one kiss.
    He walked them both into the bedroom, them turned and pinned her against the wall, his body hard against hers, his whiskers burning her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. She rolled her hips forward, rocking her clit against his hard abs.
    This was crazy. She was crazy. Certifiable. And immoral and wicked. And her parents would kill her dead if they knew she was even considering begging him to take her over to the big bed in the center of the room.
    But they will never know. That’s the beauty of it.
    It was still crazy. She didn’t know anything about this man beyond his name.
    Well, that wasn’t true. She knew he kissed like sin incarnate and that, even covered by denim, his erection promised pleasure she’d never known before. Pleasure she hadn’t thought possible.
    Right now, that was all she needed to know. She’d made a decision, the decision, and the consequences could go to hell.
    That was a more exhilarating thought than she’d ever thought it possible to have. To not care, for just a little bit, what people thought, what would happen next.
    She needed it. Almost more than she needed his mouth on hers.
    He lowered her a bit so that his arousal lined up with where she ached for him the most. He thrust his hips, hard, fast, against her, sending streaks of heat through her veins.
    She wrenched her lips from his. She was the first to break. But she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t...
    Pleasure tightened down low inside of her, a wire drawn tight, running through her core. So tight, she thought it might break her.
    Grace shifted against him, making sure everything lined up just right. He leaned forward, growling, taking her mouth with his, his teeth sinking into her lower lip.
    And the wire snapped.
    Release flooded her, internal muscles clenching tight as her climax ripped through her. She opened her lips on a silent