She
blinked,
refocused
on
him.
“You
wonder
about
what?”
she
asked
softly,
feeling
the
last
shreds
of
her
composure
slipping.
“I
wonder
if
your
mouth
still
knows
me.”
His
words
cut
through
any
control
she
had
left.
Those
were
the
words
he
had
always
whispered
whenever
they
were
together
after
being
apart
for
any
length
of
time,
just
moments
before
he
took
her
into
his
arms
and
kissed
her
senseless.
He
leaned
in
closer,
then
lowered
his
mouth
to
hers.
Immediately,
his
tongue
went
after
hers
in
an
attempt
to
lure
her
into
the
same
rush
of
desire
consuming
him.
But
she
was
already
there,
a
step
ahead
of
him,
so
he
tried
forcing
his
body
to
calm
down
and
settle
into
the
taste
he’d
always
been
accustomed
to.
He
had
expected
heat,
but
he
hadn’t
expected
the
hot,
fiery
explosion
that
went
off
in
his
midsection.
It
made
a
groan
erupt
from
deep
in
his
throat.
His
hands
linked
around
her
waist
to
hold
her
closer,
thigh-
to-thigh,
breasts
to
chest.
Sensation
after
sensation
speared
through
him,
making
it
hard
to
resist
eating
her
alive,
or
at
least
trying
to,
and
wanting
to
touch
her
everywhere,
especially
between
her
legs.
Now
that
he
had
rediscovered
this—the
taste
of
her
mouth—he
wanted
also
to
relive
the
feel
of
his
fingers
sliding
over
her
heated
flesh
to
find
the
hot
core
of
her,
swollen
and
wet.
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