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be like
kissing a brother?
    Anne had kissed him once in seventh grade. It had been one
of those kissing games. Even at twelve, he’d been a knight in shining armor.
He’d been so careful with her, told her they didn’t have to… She wished the
memory was clearer because she’d shoved him on top of the pedestal of her
expectations. Regardless of what happened now, this moment would be replayed
over and over again in her head and she’d remember every indrawn breath, every
stray touch or casual brush of skin while she brought herself off.
    The tempo of the music changed. The band’s last set was done
and a DJ was now in control of the sound. A dance beat blared through the
speakers and Anne was bereft. She didn’t want this moment to end.
    But Chase didn’t let go.
    Yet the moment had changed nonetheless. The sweetness was
gone, but the raw desire remained. Chase moved his body against hers and she
let the thumping beat take over. The music pounded through her and she obeyed
its call—shifting her hips and swaying in time. His hands moved from her back
to her hips, releasing her only to let her spin with the breaks in sound.
    She worked herself against him—and heat flooded her cheeks
when she realized he was hard. Startled by his reaction, Anne looked up at his
face and saw pure lust in his eyes.
    Hot need coursed through her and made her slit clench and
ache. It was only a dance, but feeling the evidence of his desire and the
reality of him meshed with the fantasy—all of those images came crashing in on
her at once. Of watching him touch himself, of fantasizing about what it would
be like to do those things for him and have them done to her.
    The mouth she knew so well curved into his easy smile—she
imagined it wet with the evidence of her desire. The arms that fit around her
so often strained with his efforts, her nails digging into his back while he
drilled into her…
    “Sorry.” Although his tone said he was anything but. He
leaned in and whispered against the shell of her ear. “That’s what happens when
a beautiful woman grinds on me. Even if she is my best friend.”
    She licked her lips. Damn. Back to the Friend Zone again.
Even though part of her cried that it was the Beautiful Friend Zone. It
was just as well. Her earlier convictions reasserted themselves. It was for the
best.
    But her mouth refused to cooperate with that train of
thought. “Does that mean you want to stop?” Anne knew her words sounded like
the most blatant of invitations, but her body was on fire. She’d play it off
later if she had to, but she had the idea this thing she felt was like a
freight train quickly running out of track and she couldn’t slow down.
    “Do you?” He turned her, pressing against her backside
intimately—as if he wanted her to know the extent to which she affected him.
    Rather than answer, she slid down the length of him and back
up again, working her ass against the hard ridge beneath his fly. He grasped
her hips hard to anchor her against him and electric jolts ricocheted through
her, from deep in her belly all the way to her clit. But she wanted more. She
couldn’t get close enough.
    Anne turned to face him and looked up into the turbulent storm
in his green eyes. The music continued to throb and pound and it seemed as if
it were pulsing in time with her need. Her body moved almost against her will.
    Chase’s hands slipped from her hips and cupped her ass. His
steady gaze never left her face as he eased his knee between her thighs. He
lifted her up on his leg as they danced and his thigh rubbed the seam of her
jeans against her pussy.
    At the first stroke, she gritted her teeth against the
intensity of the sensation. She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to run
away, but she needed to come more. Anne’s body wanted this, no matter what her
common sense told her.
    “Do you like dancing with me, Annie?” He moved again,
shifting his leg between her thighs and pulling her higher. She