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went dry at the memory of that kiss. That one, incredible, passionate and mind blowing kiss.
    She started to shake her head but he strode over to the edge of the bathroom, his hands fisted on his hips and he barely stopped when he was right next to the bathtub. “Yes, you kissed me right back.”
    With that, he reached down and lifted her up, the water streaming down her body, bubbles floating around in non-strategic places. “Why did you respond to me?” he said, but he didn’t wait for an answer.
    His kiss made her toes curl. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed that she was completely naked, nor did she have time to caution him that she was dripping wet. It barely even registered that he’d taken off his suit jacket and tie at some point. All she knew was that his strong arms were wrapping around her and he was once again kissing her. Those shocking feelings of desire, which had been suppressed on the short drive from the office to his apartment building fired right back to life and she was shivering in reaction.
    She wasn’t aware of her arms wrapping around his neck but she shivered with need when his own hands moved from her arms down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her hips against his own. She couldn’t seem to get enough of the man, her body pressing closely, her mind not even trying to understand what was happening as everything in her dealt with the surging, pounding, unrelenting need that was centered down low in her belly.
    When he tore his mouth away, she cried out in protest but he ignored that and lifted her into his arms, straight up into the air. She looked down and just about melted when his mouth covered her nipple. She didn’t realize that her legs wrapped around his waist or anything else. Time, business, responsibility…they were all suspended as she let her head fall backwards, the ache increasing as his mouth sucked hard on her breast, teasing then gentling before increasing the pressure again. When he moved his mouth to the other breast, she thought she might just melt into a puddle of desire.
    He wasn’t giving her any time to process, to even reciprocate. His arms lowered her back down and she kissed him back, her whole body trying to figure out what to do and how to manage what he was making her feel. But it was pointless. His hands were everywhere, finding places on her body she didn’t even know had nerve endings. It seemed that everywhere he touched just made that horrible and wonderful ache intensify.
    The cold on her back was her only moment of sanity but that was obliterated when she felt him slide into her heat. She had no memory of her fingers pulling, practically ripping his clothes off or of him grabbing his wallet and sheathing himself with protection. She only knew that, for a fraction of a second when he was finally naked and their bodies could touch without the hindrance of clothing, she felt satisfied. That moment in time disappeared the moment he moved against her, her skin firing in so many places and the need was driving her out of her mind. When his body shifted, she cried out. The ache soothed slightly and she shifted to take in more of him. She didn’t know that her nails were digging into the skin on his shoulders. All she knew was that she wanted this feeling to continue, and she wanted to find something to soothe that ache.
    When she felt the slight pain, she ignored it and moved her hands lower against his back to pull him deeper. When he was fully embedded inside of her, she smiled with exhilaration.
    But then he started moving and that ache was almost painful. She couldn’t handle this and her head slashed back and forth, her hips moving up to meet his thrust while her hands shifted downwards, her fingers pushing against his hips, encouraging him to move faster.
    When her world splintered apart, she gasped and screamed out, clinging to Xander, not exactly sure how to deal with the wave after wave of pleasure his body was creating within her but