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chasing his lips to get the kiss back.
    “You on any kind of birth control or do I need to run out?” he asked.
    Oh, God. This was really going to happen. His matter of fact inquiry about birth control left no doubt.
    Imagining being beneath him, of having him plunging inside her, was one thing. The reality of it was another and had her trembling.
    Her heart pounded with equal anxiety and anticipation. Breathless, she managed to form an answer. “I’m on the pill.”
    That made her seem more sexually savvy than she really was, but it was true. She was taking birth control pills.
    What she couldn’t admit was the other truth—that she’d rushed to the college’s health clinic the day after she’d lost her virginity and put herself on birth control . . . and she hadn’t been touched by a man since.
    It was kind of humiliating, getting that new pack of pills each month, taking one each day, and knowing it was all for nothing—until now.
    Tonight would make those nine months of waiting to take full advantage of those pills worth it.
    She hoped so anyway. That first time had not been all that good. The second time that night with the guy who had been her first had been no better.
    The whole encounter had been an awkward, kind of painful, mess. So why was she so anxious to repeat it? Eternal optimism, she supposed.
    “Good.” His single word response to her announcement about being on the pill came out in a deep growly timbre.
    The sound rumbled through her, cutting straight to her core, making her want him even more while at the same time scaring the hell out of her.
    If a skinny college geek had hurt her during her one and only night of having sex, what the hell would a man like Mack do to her?
    As he closed in on her again she feared she’d pass out from the intensity of the situation.
    In seconds she realized that she shouldn’t have worried about falling down in a dead faint because her feet were no longer on the floor. He’d scooped her up like she weighed next to nothing, when that was far from the truth.
    As she clung to his neck with her arms, she gasped. “What are you doing?”
    “Taking you to bed.”
    Her black outfit was slimming—at least she hoped it hid the latest pounds she’d gained this semester thanks to stress and the new pizza place that delivered—but there was no hiding her weight now he had hefted her up.
    She was much too heavy for him to carry her anywhere, even the bedroom. She wanted to tell him she could walk there herself.  
    Lydia was still trying to figure out how to get him to put her down when he angled them both sideways to sidle through the bedroom door.
    That’s when he finally put her down. He dropped her with a bounce, sideways across the bed. Lydia was still recovering when he reached over and flipped on the light on the nightstand.
    It cast a warm glow over him where he stood nearby and over her on the bed.
    She was in the perfect position to watch him strip, which he did without fanfare but damn he didn’t need any.
    Just the sight of each piece of newly exposed flesh appearing as the next piece of clothing came off was enough to keep her focus riveted to the scene.
    Soon enough he was gloriously naked with nothing between her and him and the evidence of how turned on he was.
    Her mouth dry, she swallowed hard and nearly choked in the process.
    Her shoes fell to the floor as he slipped them off, one at a time, before kneeling on the mattress.
    Straddling her lower legs, he reached for the waistband of her black stretch denim jeans.
    They obviously weren’t wasting any time getting down to business.
    Her pulse thundered in her ears as her chest rose and fell with the speed of her breathing.
    Concentrating on his task, Mack’s eyes remained focused on his hands as he slowly lowered the zipper of her fly.
    The pants were tight. He was going to have to wrestle them off her, over her wide hips, down the thighs she hated to see reflected in the mirror.
    Her legs looked