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swooped down and their lips met for the first time. It felt surreal at first. A part of her had detached, not quite believing it was happening. But then he pressed deeper and Imogen’s mouth parted on a gentle sigh. Julian licked and then sucked patches of her lips. He’d stay still momentarily so Imogen could reciprocate, then he’d take over again. It was like a dance, only their lips, and not their feet, were engaged in a sensual surge and retreat pattern.
    “Hmmm,” she moaned, drawing back to surface for air.
    “How was it?” he murmured huskily. He ran the pad of his thumb over her swollen lower lip back and forth.
    “I can’t tell yet.” He was too tall. She was going to have a crick in the neck if she didn’t think of a better position. She dragged him to the nearest couch, his expression puzzled but bemused. She blocked her queasiness at the whiteness of the three-seater and climbed on top of it so she could be lip level with him.
    He chuckled softly. “By all means, please feel free to take another sample.”
    So she did.
    She leaned into him, grasping his well-defined upper arms for support. His hands found her bottom again. He pulled her close so that his hardness pressed against her belly. She gasped into his mouth at the evidence of his arousal and her tongue darted out tentatively like a child trying out a new flavor of ice cream. He met it boldly. He did his own tasting too, tangling then sucking on her tongue, grazing her teeth. He cupped her nape, angling her head so that he could plunge deeper. Imogen was weak-kneed when they pulled apart.
    “The verdict?” he murmured.
    “Just as yummy as I thought.” He tasted of champagne and caviar and a whole lot of things she could gorge herself on until she became sick.
    “You’ve thought about kissing me?”
    Imogen was distracted by the butterfly kisses he was trailing on the line of her jaw. “Hell yeah. Every single day.”
    He froze for a second, his eyes flaring with molten heat, then his lips found her mouth again. The strokes of his tongue were more explicit, aggressive. He wasn’t holding anything back now. Imogen felt him sliding down the other strap of her little black dress. He groaned into her mouth when his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs gliding across the aching crests. She leaned backward a bit, creating space as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her mouth still fused with his. She ran the tips of her fingernails across his nipples and his breathing grew labored. Tit for tat.
    His right hand went under her dress and slid inside the garter of her knickers. Imogen whimpered when his fingers brushed over her springy curls and then touched her slick folds. He traced her dewy slit back to front in a coaxing manner several times. He chuckled raggedly when she spread her legs wider to give him better access. Before she could brace herself, Imogen felt a finger slide in her depths, then another. She winced and grabbed his wrist in reflex, dislodging him.
    He searched her face, a frown beginning to gather force. Before he could say anything, she pre-empted him. “It’s just been a long time…” she trailed off, hoping he would make his own conclusion.
    She held his gaze and tried not to squirm at his penetrating glance.
    After endless seconds, he seemed to have reached a decision. “Then we’ll just take it slow.”
    Her knees threatened to give way in relief. She had been afraid he would back off.
    She kissed him again. Keeping her lips locked to his, she made quick work of his belt buckle, popped the metal button of his pants open, and slid down his zipper with a quick flick of her wrist. She grasped the edges of his trousers and briefs. Julian was forced to bend as she pushed it down past his hips, their mouths still melded together. She rose again to her full height and encircled his rigid shaft with her hands. It jutted high against his belly. Imogen felt it was like holding steel and silk at once.
    She started