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hers, their teeth clicked until his tongue forced its way in.
Shocked by the boldness of the kiss, she gripped his sleeves. He
brought his arms around her waist and lifted her to the tips of her
toes as he dipped his tongue in wonderful swirls that swept through
her mouth.
    She should have pushed him away. It was
totally reckless and unlike her to just kiss a man in his hotel
room after a night of drinking. But his urgency and her curiosity
made her bold. The mix had a devastating chemical reaction that
stoked the idle flames of her desire for his touch. Her brain
silenced her objections with a sensory overload. She concentrated
on the rhythm of his tongue as it guided her to the pleasures of a
truly passionate kiss.
    Finally, he released her, but her mouth
gaped and her eyes remained closed for round two. She felt him grab
her by the collar of the robe and was immediately aware of the
arousal he stirred.
    "I'm a dead man, beautiful. Do you
understand? Dead." He pulled her closer and pressed his lips this
time softly to hers, trailing them next to her neck. There he
nuzzled and applied several gentle kisses. She felt her spine melt
and all her limbs grow weak. His gentle manner caused her to react
with her head as he sucked her neck. Breathing became a chore. Her
hands now gripped his waist, fingers slipping into the belt loops.
His mouth continued to massage her neck with his tongue, moving
sensually to her shoulder. It felt good.
    When his passionate kisses ended, she nearly
dropped. If he hadn't held her, she would have stumbled from the
newfound feeling of passion that overcame her. "I shouldn't do
this," he said in a gruff voice. "Tell me to stop and I will."
    Zuri blinked up at the
ceiling, dazed and confused. Tell him to
stop? How was she supposed to do that? She
had no idea what this was or why her body was both hot and cold all at once. She
could barely breathe through her desire, let alone retain a
coherent thought. Now it was up to her to decide if this would go
further? Didn't he know? It had been decided when he kissed
her.
    Christophe swept her into his arms, and she
gasped in surprise. No man had ever picked her up but her father,
and he had stopped when she hit her teens. Zuri knew she was a
woman, of legal consent. But she felt completely lost and out of
her element when looking into the blue swirls of desire pooling
like liquid within his eyes.
    The room swam a bit and she felt weightless.
Christophe carried her to bed, lowered her gently like a bride upon
the rumpled sheets. He drew back and a hint of a smile tugged the
corners of his mouth before it faded altogether. He stared down at
her, almost apologetic, as if he wasn't deserving. Then those man
hands that had held her slipped into his pockets instead of over
her body.
    “ Why do you have a box of
condoms?” he asked.
    Zuri frowned.
    "Huh? I
don't — " she
started, and then noticed the direction of his gaze. She followed
his line of sight and saw her things on his dresser. The box was
there next to her wallet and purse. Had he gone through her things?
She wasn't angry but embarrassed. What he must have thought to find
them on her, an entire box. She could barely stammer a
reply.
    "I don't know why," she said and it was the
truth. He shook his head, smiling. Zuri extended her hand to him.
Certainly he knew it wasn't planned. Who planned a seduction this
badly?
    Christophe hesitated.
    “ I'm sober now, and those
condoms were a gag gift,” she pleaded, for reasons she both knew
and didn't. “I, I want you," she managed. He cut her a hard, sharp
scowl of distrust. Was he angry? Had she said the wrong thing?
Would he chase her out of the room now?
    Zuri got up on her knees and semi-crawled
over to him. She put her hand to his chest. His gaze lowered to the
spot of their connection. She liked the hard feel of him under the
palm of her hand. His chest radiated heat through his shirt. She
could imagine his warm flesh pressed into her and between