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judgment with men usually sucks big time, and when I look at you, all I see is a huge red neon sign that says, ‘Danger.’ I can’t, I just can’t do as you ask. I’m sorry.” I apologised again, still refusing to maintain eye contact with him. It was like I believed that if I looked, into his eyes for too long, that he would have the same effect as the vampires on my favourite TV show, and he would glamour me, into doing anything he wanted. I was so close to that already. I didn’t need him to glamour me. I was fighting not to be drawn into the spell that was Dan, Daniel or whatever the rest of his name was.
    He stepped closer to me, and my head shot up, eyes wide when his hands came out to close over my shoulders. This close to him was intense. God the man oozed sex appeal. It literally ran from his pores, I was sure of it. How the hell did I fight something like that?
    Helplessly I watched his head begin to lower to mine, and I knew he was going to kiss me. Fuck, it was time to stop him. I just had to push him back, or I could step back. Something, anything instead of just standing, watching him getting closer and closer, until he was too close for me to focus on him anymore.
    With my heart pounding so hard, I could hear it inside my head, and surely he could too, I felt his lips touch mine. One touch from lips, firm on mine but so incredibly soft too.
    I was not a religious woman, but I actually prayed for him to pull away, and release me at that point, but I think God was sitting up in heaven laughing at me, because nothing happened.
    Dan’s mouth was still on mine, and if anything, he became more insistent, his tongue coming out to trace the length of my bottom lip.
    At that moment, he pulled me forward, and I tumbled into his arms, my body suddenly boneless as it moulded itself to his. What the hell was I doing? I was supposed to be fighting this, but with those wonderfully soft lips forcing mine apart, and his strong arms around me, making me feel fragile and delicate, it was hard to pull away.
    When he parted my lips and his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I knew I was lost. His tongue licked over mine, as he explored every inch of the inside of my mouth. It was the most incredibly erotic and arousing experience, I’d ever had, with my clothes on. The man sure knew how to kiss a woman.
    I felt his hands move down over my back until they reached my ass, and I gasped against his lips, when he jerked me hard against him. Holy hell but there was nothing soft on this man. He was muscle over muscle, on top of muscle all over his body.
    I gasped again, when I felt myself suddenly being propelled backwards until I hit the wall, which forced a rush of air from my lungs. Before I had time to recover, he was kissing me again, his demands on my lips more insistent this time.
    As he ravaged my mouth in ways I knew would leave me with red and swollen lips, he pressed his body to mine and I could feel it, feel him, hard and ready against my stomach.
    Even with us both dressed, he felt quite big. He was hard as hell, which sent a rush of moisture to my pussy, and I’m sure if he kissed me much longer, I’d come just from his lips on mine.
    Just as he slipped one hand up my side, and brought it forward, to cup my breast through the tightly laced bodice of my corset dress, I heard a voice nearby. It was annoying and disturbing when I was busy kissing this sexy as sin man, so I tuned it out. Finally though, it became louder, and managed to penetrate the cloud of lust that surrounded me, and with a jolt, I realised it was Mel.
    I pulled my lips from Dan’s, which was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I’m sure if my lips could have detached themselves from my body, they’d have hightailed it back to his, and latched on again.
    I turned to Mel, breathing like I’d just run a marathon, and glared at her, for daring to interrupt my tonsil tickling time with Dan. I glanced up at him briefly, strangely