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my head fall back on the wooden bench, opening my mouth to him, wanting to drink him in. His tongue presses into my mouth and we’re kissing furiously, all the emotions we’ve felt in the last twenty-four hours focused into this desperate passionate kiss. We want to devour one another, it’s as if we can’t get enough. My hands are still pinioned over my head as we surrender to the ferocious needs possessing us. He tastes divine, a sweet but masculine taste that makes everything in me burst with need. I can feel myself swelling between my legs as the blood courses through me, engorging me and setting all my nerve ends on fire. There’s only one way I want this to end. I need him now – hard and strong. I have to have him or I’ll explode with longing.
    The fevered kissing is too gorgeous for us to let it end, but we also want more. He pulls away from me, his lips wet. His eyes are hard with lust but questioning.
    ‘Freya,’ he says, panting. ‘Is this what you want? I mean it, I have to know for sure.’
    ‘How can you ask that?’ I say huskily. ‘Of course I do. Don’t you?’
    ‘Yes . . . God, yes.’ He closes his eyes for a moment, as though he’s fighting some kind of internal struggle. ‘You’re a mystery but you’re also irresistible.’ He gazes down at me again and says throatily, ‘Now I’ve had a taste of you, I don’t want to go back.’
    ‘So don’t.’ I pull one of my wrists free from his grasp, put my hand behind his head and pull his face to me, so that I can feel his lips again. I push my tongue into his mouth, and we consume each other with a hunger that seems to grow stronger the more we feed it. I want everything: his hands, his skin. I want to run my nails over the flesh on his broad back, I want to feel his hard thighs and the muscled bulges of his biceps as he pulls me to him. I want to release that stiff shaft I felt this morning and feel it hot and hard in my hand. Even more than that, I want him to taste me, feel me, caress me and drive me wild with his lips and tongue before he gives me what I really want.
    ‘But what will happen after this?’ he asks, pulling away from me again. ‘I don’t want you to regret it.’
    ‘I won’t regret it,’ I insist. I’m dizzy with lust now, all I can think about is answering the call of my body for his.
    ‘It will change things between us.’
    ‘Who cares? I want them changed.’
    His mouth is on mine again. He drops his weight onto me, and my hands snake around his back to pull him tightly upon me. My legs open to let him lie between them, and for the first time I feel that electrifying hardness right on the heart of my sex. He’s as fevered with longing as I am. I’m swelling and wet with sweet juices and I moan. This is almost too much to bear, and we’re still fully clothed. He drops his mouth to the tender junction of my neck and shoulder and bites there, driving me wild so that I can’t help arching my back, pressing myself against his hard body. I run my hands through his hair, as one of his reaches for the bottom of my sweater and finds the soft flesh of my belly beneath. The feel of his fingers on my skin is electric, taking my excitement to yet another level. I want him to touch my breasts, squeeze them, suck the nipples, kiss me again, press his fingers into my depths . . .
    I groan with the intensity of my desire.
    He lifts his head to me and says, ‘No turning back, Freya . . .’
    ‘No turning back,’ I reply, my eyes burning into his. ‘Please . . . no turning back.’

Chapter Five
    We are possessed by our passion, kissing each other wildly, desperate to touch one another. I lift Miles’s jumper and he quickly shuffles it off. I help him unbutton his shirt, our fingers meeting in delightfully charged clashes as we fumble with the buttons, and then he pulls it hastily from his shoulders so that I can see the impressive sight of his naked chest. His upper torso is magnificent, tanned and bulging with