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finally… he slowly pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her gently. She reciprocated, delighting in the sensation of his lips on hers. Gone were all her inhibitions – she was lost in his kiss.
    His soft kiss soon became uninhibited and fierce – his tongue feverishly searching hers, his mouth travelling to the edge of her jaw, and biting, and back again to her lips. She abandoned all her reasonable thoughts and lost herself in it, the wildness of it. His kiss shocked her senses – it was untamed, rough and… crazy. She was powerless to stop him, having the complete desire to drown into him. She had never enjoyed a kiss so much in her entire existence.
    His hands travelled over her breasts and her stomach with a sense of urgency, and pulled at the fabric of her top. His surprising behavior both pleased her and frightened her. She wasn’t sure how far he was willing to take this. She wasn’t even sure she could stop him – she knew he would stop if she asked him – she just didn’t have the resolve to do so. She let her hands wander over his belt buckle and felt the warm tight skin of his stomach.
    She wanted him. He would have to stop her, because she wouldn’t stop him.
     
    John’s resolve had melted completely. Like the woman in the song, Sophie had lured him, possessed him, and seduced him. Watching her… with her eyes closed, was more than he could bear – she looked so peaceful, so beautiful – a true modern day ‘Snow White’ – those long lashes slightly fluttering, and those lips…
    He had lost his senses, and all he had wanted in that moment was her. He had wanted to be with her more than any single thing he had ever wanted. He hadn’t expected to kiss her the way he did, but her response to him had pulled him deeper – she had become as wild as he was.
    His hand instinctively travelled to the jeweled button on the fly of her pink jeans, and he unbuckled it with a swift move of his fingers.
    This was too easy – she clearly wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    He had told himself he wouldn’t go there. He wouldn’t let her hurt him again – love him and leave him. He wouldn’t give her that power. There was no way he could let this go further – no matter how much he wanted her.
     
    John abruptly stopped and pulled away. Sophie could tell he was as breathless as she was.
    “Do you realize,” he breathed, trying to compose himself, “we’re sitting in your mother’s driveway,’ he whispered, with that mischievous smile she was beginning to hate.
    “Uh… you’re right,” she replied, fixing her hair awkwardly, fiddling with her jean button, her fingers shaking. He was absolutely right – this was insane.
    “I think I saw someone peeking through the window,” he added seriously.
    “Oh no,” she shrieked in horror. What had she been thinking? Making out in a truck in her mother’s front driveway, where anyone could have seen her – her mother, Jesse… She swore she would never let this happen again.
    “I’m joking,” he said, laughing at her expense. The old John was back.
    “It’s not funny,” she scolded. She couldn’t believe he was making light of this.
    “It is… a little bit,” he argued.
    “I’m sorry, I got carried away,” she said as she fiddled nervously with the car handle.
    “I think I’m the one who got carried away,” he pointed out with a wink.
    God… the man was going to drive her insane.
    “Well, I shouldn’t have let it go that far,” she told him plainly as she opened the car door.
    Sophie could barely stand on her feet as she exited the truck, her legs unsteady, wobbly even. Never, at any time of her existence, had she ever been so thoroughly kissed.
     

 
    Chapter 8
     
    SOPHIE sat on her bed, clutching her bottle of water, slowly regaining feeling in her legs. She had been starving when they were driving back, but now her appetite was completely gone. She was numb.
    She could hear John fiddling in the kitchen downstairs, going