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were now and making a mistake that they’d regret in the morning.
    â€œI can’t,” she breathed, not wanting this to end but knowing it should. “Todd…”
    â€œOkay.” He moved his hand, and she thought that was the end. But instead, he simply kept kissing her, kept her senses drugged with him, his taste, his touch, the scent of his skin and the cologne he wore. He lavished attention on her lips, her breasts, all the while rhythmically grinding against her. She was helpless to stop him, and lost herself in the sensations until she could take no more. It was too much, and need took over, pushing all other thoughts from her mind. She ground back, harder and faster, and when he lightly bit her nipple her muscles tightened into a glorious, surprising climax.
    Her eyes were closed. She could hear her harsh breath echoing through the room, echoed by his own as he rested on his elbows, still above her.
    He moved slightly; she felt his lips touch her shoulder in a light, tender kiss. When she opened her eyes, she could see the slight gleam of sweat on their skin. The firelight flickered shadows through the room, setting off the bits of gold in his gorgeous eyes.
    â€œGod, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, brushing a piece of hair off her forehead and tucking it behind her ear. “So, so beautiful.”
    It was a heck of a time to feel bashful, but she did. Now that she wasn’t lost in desire and passion, modesty came rushing back. She was glad he was still pressed against her so that her breasts weren’t just out there. “You are, too,” she murmured, biting down on her lip. “I didn’t, uh, expect that.”
    â€œMe either.” He grinned at her. “I was just going to kiss you. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. But then … wow. I think I lost my mind.”
    â€œAnd took mine with you. About before, I have a thing about…” She stopped. Could she even call this a first date? It almost sounded like she presumed there’d be a second, which she didn’t. They were stuck together during a snowstorm, that was all. They’d had a few drinks. Played around …
    She cleared her throat a little. “About one-nighters.”
    He didn’t seem too upset about it. “Hey, it was probably good you stopped. I don’t have any protection with me anyway.”
    â€œOh? I figured a guy like you would always be prepared.”
    He sat up, frowned a little. “A guy like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
    Now she was exposed and she hurried to cover herself. But she considered her words before speaking them. “I just meant that you uh, usually have a girlfriend.”
    For the first time that evening she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She’d seen him teasing, seen him so serious and focused on her, but this look was impenetrable. Had she offended him? Or more unbelievably—hurt his feelings?
    â€œI see.”
    She had offended him. She had enough of her wits back about her to realize that. “That didn’t come out right. Todd, that’s not how I meant it. You just date a lot, that’s all.”
    He frowned. “Just because I date doesn’t mean we … ah, hell.” He ran a hand over his face. “Wait, is that how everyone sees me? As some sort of player? Or is it just you?”
    She shook her head quickly. “No, I’m sure they don’t. I don’t. I mean, everyone likes you, okay? No one thinks you’re playing anybody.” She huffed out a frustrated sigh. “Me and my big mouth. Look. I haven’t dated at all since last Christmas, so out of the two of us, you were the most likely candidate to, you know, be prepared.”
    He stared at her for a moment, and then his expression softened a little. “Sorry,” he said quietly, and reached for her sweater. “I guess you hit a nerve.”
    He handed it to her