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with my own.  In them, I saw pools of darkness that I understood at once.  He was as caught up in the moment as I was.  The darkness I saw was hunger.
    I wanted to touch him.  I wanted to feel his body just as he was feeling mine.  And so I placed my hands on his chest, and felt the sculpted muscles that lay beneath his jacket and shirt.  I could feel his heart pounding against my palms—and then I closed my eyes as he pulled me toward him and claimed me again with his mouth.  When one of his hands reached down and gripped my ass, suddenly we were one.  I opened my eyes to look at him, and saw that he was looking directly at me.  He kissed me once more on the lips, and it was electrifying. 
    “ That ,” he said in my ear.  “Did you feel that?  Because that’s what I’m talking about.”
    He stepped away from me, and I tried to compose myself.  “Are you serious?  Every woman in this hotel just felt that.  In fact, that just reverberated off walls, blew out windows, rolled down hallways, and likely took the roof off of this hotel.  Yes, I think it’s fair to say that I felt that.” 
    “I need to ask you a question,” he said.
    “What question?”
    “Are you seeing anyone?”
    “Of course not.  I wouldn’t be doing any of this if I were.”
    “I meant no offense—it was just a question.  We don’t know each other.  I just wanted to know before we went any further, OK?”
    “All right.  But I need to ask you the same question.  Are you seeing anyone?  Because if you are, I also can’t go through with this.  I couldn’t do that to another woman.  I would never want to be the cause of someone else’s pain.”
    “I’m not seeing anyone.”
    “Screwing or seeing?”
    “Neither.”
    “I find it hard to believe that you’re not sleeping with someone.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you’re so smooth.  Because you hop around from city to city.  You’re too good at this to not have other women on the side.”
    “Well I don’t,” he said with an edge.  “I’m too busy.  I don’t have time for those kinds of distractions, and I’m not a liar.  And frankly, I find it hard to believe that you’re not with someone.  You’re beautiful, Abby.  Why wouldn’t I have the same concerns?”
    I didn’t respond.  He didn’t know me.  It was a fair question.
    “Would you like more?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Good,” he said.  “But first, let me do this.”
    Without warning, he turned away from me, glanced at the light that indicated which floor we were approaching, and pressed the button that marked the floor just above the one that was lit.  Immediately, the elevator started to slow.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Buying us time.”
    In horror, I turned to my left as the doors started to open.  What if somebody was standing beyond them?  Perhaps leaving for a late night on the town?  I glimpsed myself in the mirror across from me, and saw that my cheeks were in full flush.  Worse, one of my breasts was nearly exposed.  I quickly straightened my dress before the doors fully opened—only to reveal an empty hallway stretching before us.  There was nobody there.  Everything appeared to be quiet.
    For now….
    He moved closer to me, his eyes sweeping over my body.  “Now touch me,” he said.  “Touch me where you’d want to be touched.”
    “With the doors open?”
    “That’s right.”
    “But that’s dangerous.  We could get caught.”
    “What’s wrong with a little danger?”
    I’d been raised to think that there was plenty wrong with it, but I shoved that thought aside and did as I was told.  Despite the fact that, at any moment, someone might leave their room and catch us, I touched his dark, wavy hair, and ran my hands through its thick silkiness.  Then I moved down to his face, and grazed my fingertips over his cheekbones and mouth until they met the cleft in his chin, his throat—and finally his chest. 
    I lingered there for a moment,