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meeting the next day, but I reminded myself that it was a late meeting. And I wanted him. I wanted him more than I wanted anything I had ever wanted. At that moment, my need for him was stronger than my need for anything else.
    He smiled at me and waved to the desk clerk. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. “It's okay if you change your mind once we're up there, okay?”
    I nodded again and smiled to myself. I knew I wouldn't be changing my mind about anything.

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    W e returned to the little hotel room and Brandon's eyes locked with mine the moment we closed the door. He slipped his arms around my waist. “You're sure?”
    My brain couldn't even form words. Being that close to him made the connection between my brain and mouth dissolve. All I could do was nod. I wanted him more than I could put into words, anyway. I ran my hands across his chest and tilted my head up toward him. All I could think about was having his lips on mine, his body against mine.
    He took an impossibly long time to respond to me. He looked into my eyes with such desire that it almost knocked me over. I began to tremble, unsure of what I was nervous about. It wasn't as though he hadn't had me before, but it wasn't like this. There was no alcohol fueling the lust this time, only the electricity between us.
    He brushed his bottom lip against my own, barely touching me. I sucked in a deep, uneven breath and he pulled me closer to him. He brought his lips to mine, and I crushed myself into him. There was no space left between us. I could feel every bit of him, so hard, so hot. He pressed his lips against mine even harder, running his tongue along the seam of my lips, demanding them to open for him. I could feel him against me and I could tell how much he wanted me, too.
    His fingers tangled in my hair and he pulled me even more tightly against him. Our bodies fit together like a perfect jigsaw puzzle. His every curve matched perfectly with my own.
    He pulled his lips from mine and took a jagged breath. I took another uneven breath of my own. He tilted his head and whispered into my ear. “I don't want you to regret this, Jen. I want you to be sure.”
    My mouth found its ability to speak somehow. “Stop trying to talk me out of it. I am sure.” It came out as a breathless whisper. And I was sure.
    He kissed the spot under my ear that he had found the first time we were together. I melted into him, unable to do anything else. A small moan escaped my lips and it seemed to urge him on. His kiss trailed down my neck to my collarbone, pulling my shirt to the side. He managed to find a new spot there that made me moan even louder.
    His lips returned to my mouth, demanding it to open for him again. His hands moved from my waist to cup my ass and he lifted me up against him. The instinct to wrap my legs around him was too strong. I lifted my legs and pulled him into me as I wrapped them around his middle. I could feel how much he wanted me through his jeans and my core thrummed to life. I rocked my hips into him, trying to show him how much I wanted him, too.
    He seemed to get the message. He pressed me to the wall with a hard, hot kiss then carried me over near the bed. He brushed his lips across mine again. He stood me up and had my jeans unbuttoned with a flick of his thumb. He pushed them down as far as his arms allowed, and I shimmied out of them the rest of the way, kicking them to the wall. His hands moved up across the skin of my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He continued moving his hands up and they found their way under my shirt. The feeling of his hands moving up my sides to my bra-covered breasts brought back to my mind the memory of how my clothes had come to be kicked all over his apartment the first time we had met. I couldn't help but smile.
    He grinned against my lips. “What?”
    I suppressed my giggle. “Nothing.”
    He gave my neck a quick peck before returning his lips to mine. He pulled away for a moment,