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their mouths touched. He caressed the insides of her mouth with his tongue, and moaned his pleasure. She felt his desire for her, turning her on and driving her wild. She became numb as she felt his hands run up her bare back. The contact of his skin against hers sent waves of heat over her body. She let her hands drop from the nape of his neck, searching for the waistband of his jeans. She pulled his T-shirt up over his head. He immediately returned his mouth to hers. She ran her hands down his arms, across his contoured abs, and back up to his chest.
    God help me. His body is rock solid.
    She rolled her head back as he began kissing her neck. He worked his tongue in lazy circles over her pulse and she begin to work on his belt. He let his hands fall to her butt, kneading at her cheeks as he worked his way up to her jaw to her ear. “You feel so good,” he growled in her ear. “If you want to stop, you better tell me now. It will be hard as hell to stop anything that happens beyond this point.”
    She opened her eyes to look at him. Damn how she would feel about all of this in the morning—she would deal with that then. She wanted this man now. She undid his pants, watching them fall to his ankles. His eyes glazed over when she slid a hand between their bodies and cupped his balls though his boxer briefs.
    “You want to show me how much of a man you are, Shane Matthews? I want to see what you’ve got. We will let tomorrow worry about itself.” She caressed and fondled him through his briefs. A firm hand caught her wrist.
    “You never thought I was good enough for you.”
    “I never said that.”
    “You didn’t have to say anything. It was the way you treated me.”
    “Shane, I’m sorry. I was a stupid teenager.”
    “You were beautiful.” He tangled his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck angling her head to allow him access. “You still are,” he mumbled as his mouth found hers again. He untied her dress at the neck and let the halter top fall forward, baring her breasts to him.
    His gaze darkened, and she heard a low moan escape his lips as he feasted on the sight of her. His hands recaptured her ass, hoisting her up until her legs wrapped around his waist.
    “What are you doing?” she asked as he began to walk with her wrapped around his body.
    “Just hang on,” he muttered. Positioning her against the cool glass overlooking the club, he captured her right breast in his mouth circling her erect nipple with his tongue and softly nibbling at her. She braced herself against his shoulders. The chill of the glass against her back set off her nerves even more. His free hand worked down her body and over her bare thighs.
    “You aren’t wearing panties either,” he said against her nipple. She couldn’t respond, and couldn’t deny it. Her legs were wrapped around him, her pussy creaming his belly. He had her wet and wanting him. His hand disappeared underneath her dress. She inhaled sharply when his fingers moved over her moist lips.
    “Mmm, you trim?”
    She opened eyes that had flickered shut in pleasure, and looked at him. “Yes.” The word was barely audible as his hand moved between their bodies, sliding easily on her juices. He rolled two fingers over her nub. She yelped in delight. He recaptured her nipple in his warm mouth. She bore her fingers into the flesh of his shoulders.
    “Yes, touch me there.” She clamped her eyes shut, enjoying the pleasure of his fingers against her.
    “Let me taste you,” he asked.
    Her eyes shot open as he carried her to the couch. He lowered her under him, kissing her mouth slowly. His hands were on an exploration of their own, pulling her free from her dress. She lay naked before him. He ran his hot gaze over her body, admiration showing. Running his warm hands over her belly and over her sensitive V, he gently parted her legs and continued his journey. Her eyes rolled shut when his fingers found her opening. He moved two fingers into her slowly. He