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It was like he knew. He held her upright, walking her back to the couch and sitting them both down on it. He kissed her. Kissed her until he pressed her down into the soft cushions, laid her across that narrow space, kissed her like he was dying of thirst and she contained what he needed to survive.
She hadn’t known it was this.
She didn’t know what she thought. It had always sounded hard and sharp and carnal and dirty. Maybe distasteful, even.
But this wasn’t distasteful. She couldn’t explain it. She didn’t want to. Didn’t need to. She just needed to feel it. To be in it. She just wanted to live in this moment, no matter where it took her. Because of all the things she had ever experienced in her life, she had never experienced anything like this. The sense of being both wholly present in her body and transported somewhere else.
Of being so aware of what she was doing and at the same time, carried away.
It was magical. Beautiful. Dangerous.
His body was hard and hot above hers, and when she shifted her hips slightly, he settled between her legs, the hard length of his arousal suddenly undeniable, pressing right against the most intimate part of her. She gasped, pulling her mouth away from his and arching her back.
“Charity,” he whispered, his voice rough.
“Yes,”she said.
She didn’t know if she was answering him, or answering a deeper question between them. A deeper question in her body.
Somehow it didn’t surprise her. That she was ready to give him everything, to peel off what lay between them and explore the furthest extent of these feelings that had been called up inside her. She was thirty years old. The only reason she’d never done it was that she hadn’t known how it could make her feel. It wasn’t because of morals, or fear, or anything like that.
Are you sure?
She banished that thought.
Utterly. Completely. She wasn’t afraid now.
She shivered, as if to contradict herself.
“I want you,” he said, those blue eyes looking directly into hers. He wasn’t afraid. Of course, he wouldn’t be. This wasn’t new for him. He’d had sex any number of times.
Were they really going to dothat?
Nerves rattled her, but she didn’t want to stop.
“Keep kissing me,” she said.
She would have time to figure this out. Time to decide. If he would only keep kissing her.
He growled, cupping her cheek as he kept on kissing her. Taking it deeper, pressing her more firmly into the couch. He rocked his hips against hers, and an electric throb radiated through her body.
She found herself parting her legs a little bit wider, trying to accommodate him, allowing him to press his body more fully against hers.
He kissed her and kissed her, until her mouth was swollen, until her body was tingling. Until she felt like she had maybe made up for all the years that she hadn’t been kissed up until now.
His whiskers made her cheeks sting, and she didn’t mind. Not at all.
Then he moved his hand down to cup her breast, his thumb drifting over her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
She yelped, a completely undignified sound as pleasure arrowed between her legs. And she rocked harder against him. Trying to soothe the ache that was growing and expanding there, moving deeper, making her so conscious of the fact that she was hollow. Desperate to be filled by him. Utterly and totally needy for the center of his desire, which grew larger and harder between them with each passing moment.
She knew the mechanics.
With grasping, greedy hands that she didn’t even recognize as her own, she found herself pulling at his shirt. Pulling at it, so that she could look at him. So that she could see what lay beneath. All that glory that she had schooled herself into ignoring. The tawny skin and glorious muscle, the dark chest hair.
He helped her get it off, and she felt like her breath had frozen in her lungs. Felt like she couldn’t do anything but simply gawk at him. Stare at all that masculine beauty.
Then she moved her hand out, pressed it to his bare chest, ran her fingertips over the crisp hair there and found herself shuddering with desire.
