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Her mouth opened and it was all the invitation he needed, he covered it with his own. Like a warm blanket, moving gently to get into just the right place, his lips tantalized hers until she was dizzy from wants and needs she had never experienced before.
He broke away and nearly laughed, "You really shouldn't melt in a man's arms like that, honey."
"I'm not melting," she objected, but he smothered her next protest with a sizzling kiss that weakened her enough to make her pliant in his arms, and silently admit he was right. She was melting.
"Oh yes you are," he chuckled lightly into her ear, his breath sending rivets of reactions through her. "If you were any more willing, we'd be in bed, right now."
She backed away, just a bit, to look into his face, wondering if he was mocking her, or merely being cute. "You're very sure of yourself, aren't you, Sheriff?"
He cast her a humorous but tender glance, "I've never been surer..."
And he proceeded to kiss her lingering doubts away.
Breathless and confused by her own wanton body, she came up for air.
"I told you once; I wouldn't sleep with you..."
"Hm..mm, you sure did," he growled pulling her back into the protection of his arms.
He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, and back to her mouth that had softened once more and invited his caress.
"I meant it," she barely whispered, when his hands went over her gently, and he nuzzled her neck until she was on fire for him.
His lips made a trail of fire all the way down the front of her dress. Her breast swelled against him as he pushed the offending material away and captured the rosy peak in his mouth. She whimpered like a child, and then her body arched against him.
Suddenly he moved away from her, got to his feet, and turned completely away.
Confused by his actions, ashamed of her own reactions, she covered herself and slinked up against the wall. Her breathing was anythin
g but normal. She could feel her pulse throbbing through her body, and the strange, bewildering fire he had built inside her was consuming all rational thoughts. She wanted him, and he wanted her. But something was wrong...was he rejecting her?
"Did–did I do something wrong?" she asked with a broken huskiness to her voice.
He shook his head, and sighed aloud, "Not wrong....just not good timing."
She leaned against the wall, in her misery of not having him; she let the silent rejection flow over her, calming her, cooling her.
"I–I don't understand," she began.
"I know you don't. Look..." he turned to look at her and moved towards her, then thinking better of it, moved away again. "You stay there, I'll stay here...we need to talk."
Frustrated, she drew breath, "Okay..."
"Savannah," he looked at her again, this time with the same desire she was feeling, "I've come to a sudden conclusion with you."
"Oh," she tried to relax, and quell the fires his gazes lit, "what?"
"Don't look at me like that," he put his hand to his head and turned away again.
"Like what?" she barely uttered.
"Like you wanted to be made love to," he snapped.
She swallowed, again ashamed of her own responses to this man. "I'm...sorry."
He whipped about to look at her, "Don't be sorry, honey. What you are feeling right now is perfectly natural."
"It is?"
