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smile against her skin.
    â€œSo. Damn. Hot.” He breathed it against her neck as she tilted her head to give him better access, and his left hand slid under her sweater to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing against the hard tip.
    She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand up.
    As if he read her mind, he moved his hand down, over her hip, and bent quickly to catch her up into his arms. Never in her life had a man done that, and it made her all swoony just thinking about it. But it wasn’t just that. The teasing expression that usually marked his face was gone, replaced by an intensity that made her toes curl. He was 100 percent focused on her, and never in her life had she felt so desired or so desirable.
    He carried her across the room and laid her gently on the sofa, then followed her down, his weight pressing her into the soft cushions, his hard body sliding against hers seductively. She arched up with her hips, desperate to meet him, and he kissed her again with an urgency that stole her breath.
    And yet … despite the passion that throbbed between them, he made no move to remove any of her clothing. He wasn’t pushing, or rushing, or taking anything for granted, and she found an unexpected sweetness in that. He just kept kissing her, and kissing her, until she thought she might die from the bliss of it.
    Todd. He was everything she’d always imagined he’d be … and more. How come we never dated, he’d asked. Now she was asking herself the same question, because by God the chemistry was certainly there between them.
    She ran her hand over his hip, over the back pocket of his jeans, holding him close. With a growl, Todd reared up enough to pull her partway to sitting and pulled at her sweater, tugging it off with haste so that it was wrong-side out and twisted—and then lying on the floor. So much for not removing clothes. The excitement had her quivering against him. She loved the heat of his wide hand on the skin of her ribs, just below her breasts. The way his thumb grazed the underwire of her bra, then expertly flicked open the front clasp. Still he said nothing, but she didn’t want him to. All she wanted was the feel of his mouth on her, and once it happened she cried out in pleasured shock.
    â€œMmm,” he finally murmured against the sensitive nipple. “Sweet. A little salty. So good.”
    She was relatively sure he had her so hot now that her jeans were going to start melting. The air felt blissfully cool on all the spots where he’d kissed or licked her, but she pushed him away for a few seconds so she could reach the hem of his hoodie and pull it over his head.
    Todd Ricker without a shirt on was a beautiful sight. “Oh,” she said, admiring, and ran her fingertips down over his breastbone, over the pebbled nipple and the texture of the sprinkling of dark hair. He braced his hands on either side of her head and lowered himself so their chests were pressed together and the feel of skin on skin was surprisingly intimate.
    It would only take a minute to take this to the next step. He’d undo her jeans, slide them down over her legs, then remove his own. They’d make love … slowly, then faster as need overtook them …
    Todd began the journey and his fingers found the button on her jeans. And as much as she wanted to, as much as her whole body was crying out for this, it threatened to overwhelm her and she knew they had to stop. What had begun as him proving a point had turned into something bigger than she’d expected. It didn’t matter that she was a grown woman, or that she’d known him for years and had fantasized about this very thing more times than she’d like to admit. The truth was, she didn’t have sex on the first date. If she wanted to prove to herself that she could still feel, still desire, still be desired … mission accomplished. But there was a fine line between where they