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forget, anyway.”
    â€œNever?” Her tears were slowing to an occasional sniff that hitched her breasts against him, making it even more difficult for him to keep his mind on the exchange.
    He slowly shook his head. “Hardly ever. Except recently, sometimes…when I’m with you.”
    Her lovely, luminous eyes widened and suddenly there was an indefinable tension in the atmosphere that hadn’t been there a second ago. He knew, without a word being spoken, that she was as aware of their intimate position as he was.
    He wasn’t going to kiss her, he insisted as her gaze fell to his mouth. Nope, he absolutely was not. But he lowered his head anyway, just for one breathless instant…
    And then he was kissing her despite all his best intentions, her soft lips clinging to his, opening slightly when he traced them with his tongue, and finally opening wider to admit him as deeply as he could get. He slid his arms more fully around her, gathering her up against him, crushing her breasts against him, fitting his aching flesh to the soft notch between her thighs. The sensation was so exquisite that he groaned aloud as he changed the angle of the kiss and took her mouth again.
    How long it had been… He couldn’t sustain the thought, only knew that he hadn’t felt like this in years. Maybe never. But he didn’t want to think about thepast, didn’t want to think at all. Then Sydney shifted slightly, widening her stance enough that he moved even closer, enabling him now to feel the heat between her thighs. Ah, the heat.
    She was like the lava that flowed down Kilauea’s slopes, so hot she was burning him alive, twisting and turning, her mouth hot and passionate beneath his, her body pressed against him in surrender. He might not survive this, but he wasn’t sure he cared. It was such a pleasure to feel passion again, to feel his body coming alive as it hadn’t in a long time.
    He tore his mouth from her and kissed his way down her neck, fiercely pleased when she shuddered and her head fell back. His fingers actually tingled with the need to experience her sweet flesh. He had to touch her or die, and he supported her with one arm while his other hand slipped beneath the little sleeveless sweater she wore, finding and stroking the smooth expanse of skin across her back and around her ribcage. His mouth moved lower, and her hands came up to thread through his hair and cradle his head as he found the swell of one breast and traced a path with his tongue along the lacy bra he discovered beneath her top.
    At the same time, he slid a stealthy hand up beneath the bottom edge of the lingerie, cupping a surprisingly full breast and whisking his thumb over the already taut peak.
    Sydney gasped. “Danny!”
    â€œSydney.” His voice sounded strange, rough andlow. “Let me touch you.” He tugged the sweater up and pushed the bra out of his way, and he actually heard himself make a noise deep in his throat as the perfect globe of one breast was exposed. Her nipple was a deep rose, standing up tight and proud, and he bent his head to her, running his tongue around the tip and then sucking at her. His body was the one on fire now, and he shifted uncomfortably in the suddenly too-tight khaki trousers he’d worn to dinner.
    He wanted her, wanted her so badly that his thoughts were swirling around in his head like high waves around a reef. “I want you,” he murmured, lifting his mouth a fraction. “Come upstairs with me.”
    â€œWhat?” She sounded dazed and bewildered.
    â€œI want you in my bed,” he said, kissing her breast again.
    Sydney’s body, which had been so pliant and fluid against his, suddenly stiffened. Her hands fell away from his hair and she began to push at his shoulders. “Wait, Danny,” she said. “Stop. Please.”
    He felt like a person coming out of a deep, deep sleep. Disoriented and confused. It was a