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memorizing her every feature, by both touch and sight. The brush of his fingertips on her scalp sent shivers down her spine.

    Stop. Stop. You can't do this. This isn't why you're here . But she didn't want to stop. Jason raised his other hand and reached for her face, pausing just before his fingertips touched her cheek.
    She held his gaze, held her breath, waiting for his touch. When it finally came, she shivered, overwhelmed by the intimacy in that moment. She drew in a long, unsteady breath as his hand drifted to her neck and into her hair. There was no doubt in her mind he was going to kiss her, no possible way he would stop before he did, but he drew it out, as if making his approach with a slowness that was as uncertain as it was calculated and deliberate.
    He used the back of his fingers and traced the contour of her jaw and the curve of her neck. His every movement, his every touch ignited fires within her and sent chills all through her body. No man— no man —had ever affected her this way, with just a touch. The way her pulse raced. The way her legs shook. The way his hands on her skin sent tremors through her that rivaled what other men did to her clit. Oh God, if he can do this I can only imagine what he'd do to my clit . She gripped the railing for balance, for dear life.

    Their faces were just inches apart now. Jason wanted to kiss her, to test her lips, discover her taste, but he waited. A delicious electricity crackled in the air between them, that sizzling anticipation, the intense stillness before the lightning brought the thunder. He wanted to savor the feeling, the tension, until he couldn't wait another second, until the lightning demanded thunder.
    The lightning came in the form of a sweep of her tongue across the bottom of her teeth. The subtle motion pulled a sharp hiss of breath from him. He closed the distance, pulling her to him, his heart thundering as his lips met hers.

    Simone's spine turned to liquid as soon as he kissed her. Her arms slid around him and she held his shoulders as her body melted into him. The coarseness of his

    unshaven jaw against her face emphasized the softness of his mouth, his musky scent contrasting deliciously with the sweet taste of his tongue.
    It was like no kiss she'd ever experienced, a promise of more to come, but an erotic moment in its own right. The longer he kissed her, the more she wanted him, wanted all of him, but at the same time, she didn't want this moment to end. Jason's kiss wasn't just an overture, it was an entire symphony.
    He pulled back and looked into her eyes. The tip of his tongue ran along the inside of his lower lip. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Anne-Marie's voice warned her again and again not to do this . . . that it was a mistake . . . but Anne-Marie wasn't looking into Jason Connor's eyes. Anne-Marie didn't have Jason's fingertips against her scalp, the warmth of Jason's breath whispering across her skin, or the lingering taste of Jason's kiss on her mouth.
    He kissed her again, silencing Anne-Marie's voice once and for all. Simone let herself get lost in him, in the gentle way his tongue explored her mouth. She didn't care that she'd just met him. She didn't care that they were out in the open, vulnerable to prying camera lenses if anyone happened by. She just didn't care.

    Chapter Four

    Jason broke the kiss and looked at her as he ran his fingers through her hair. Simone tried to remember how to breathe as she watched the deep orange of the setting sun reflect in his dark eyes.
    He laughed softly and looked away.
    "What?" she said.
    When he looked at her again, she swore he was blushing.
    "I swear to God," he said. "I only brought you out here to see the sunset." She shrugged and kissed him again, ignoring the warnings and protests and guilt in her mind. Against his mouth, she whispered, "There will be more sunsets."

    "You're right," he said, his lips brushing hers. He started to speak again, but paused.
    "What's