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that,” she stammered, thoroughly surprising herself.
    “So would I.” Sean applied the slightest bit more pressure against her breasts. “But I’d like something even more.”
    Uncertain, filled with trepidation, yet oddly hoping at the same time, Alycia raised her gaze to his—and drowned in a sea of intense blue. “Wh-what?”
    Sean’s eyes darkened, drawing her into a sapphire vortex. “I’d like—no ...” He broke off to breathe deeply, raggedly. “I need to kiss you.” He was acting on the assertion even as it whispered from his lips.
    Sean’s mouth was gentle yet firm against hers, tender yet arousing. For a short-lived moment, Alycia was torn between conflicting desires—to surrender and to reject. It had been more than seven years—ever since the severing of the last of the ties binding her and Doug—since she had allowed a man, any man, anything but the most casual of kisses. And Alycia had known instinctively that, for all his easy relaxation earlier, there would be nothing casual about a kiss from Sean.
    The swirl of inner reactions generated by the increased pressure against her lips left little doubt in Alycia’s dazed mind that her instincts were right on target; Sean’s kiss was voracious and deadly serious. His tongue teased her closed lips, seeking entry. His mouth moved sensuously, enticingly, on hers, demolishing her resistance.
    Alycia’s inner conflict was brief. With a soft moan she gave in to the desire to surrender. Parting her lips, she accepted the fierce pressure of Sean’s demanding mouth and the sweet taste of his thrusting tongue.
    Sean’s kiss was everything Alycia had once believed a kiss should be, and it ended much too soon. Murmuring a soft protest, she clasped his head and drew his mouth back to hers.
    “If I remain in this twisted position much longer,” he whispered against her lips, “I’m afraid I’ll snap my spine.”
    Alycia jerked her hands away from his face. “Oh! I’m sorry. I—I...”
    His soft laughter drowned her voice. “Don’t be. I was enjoying every second of it.” Drawing away, he shifted around. “I’d enjoy it even more if I could hold you in my arms, feel your body against mine.” His eyes were dark and compelling. “If you’ll stretch out and get comfortable,” he suggested, moving his arm in a sweeping indication of the long sofa, “I’ll get comfortable with you,”
    Temptation beckoned; Alycia wavered. Once again the inner battle was joined. Instinct warning her that she was getting in too deep, too soon, Alycia grasped at defensive straws.
    “But Karla! Andrea!” She motioned vaguely with one surprisingly limp arm. “They’re only a closed door away.”
    Even while she protested, Sean was easing her legs out along the plump sofa cushions. A chiding smile curved his lips. “The key word is ‘closed.’ Curling one arm around her waist, he stretched out beside her. “Their doors are closed. We won’t disturb them.”
    Disturb them! Alycia nearly choked. What about her? What with the warmth beginning to uncoil inside her and the excitement tingling along her nerves, she was about as disturbed as one could possibly get!
    An instant later, Alycia revised her opinion; it was possible for her to get more disturbed. In fact, she was becoming more disturbed by the second. Her breath became trapped in her chest as Sean lowered his head to the curve of her neck. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his teeth nibbled gently on her earlobe.
    “Besides,” he murmured, between tiny, tantalizing bites, “I think it adds a touch of titillation, knowing they ‘re so close.” His lips made an adoring pilgrimage from her ear to her mouth, “Don’t you?”
    Titillation? Alycia thought fuzzily. Who needed added titillation? She was floating on a sea of stimulation, drowning in a cauldron of captivation.
    And, other than his professional credentials, she knew virtually nothing about this man! It was the last rational thought Alycia would