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the desire to finally taste her mouth and touch
her skin.  The intensity of his desire surprised him.  He had made his fortune
by following his gut, and right now his gut was telling him to kiss her.  Turning
to face her, he put one arm around her back and the other up to her face then
leaned in until his lips covered hers.  He soon found himself lost in the sensation
and the flavor of Anne.
     

Chapter
7
     
    Anne nearly threw herself into his arms when
he started talking about kissing her on a regular basis.  Ever since they
parted that afternoon, she wondered if she would see him again other than in
passing.  Then when he maneuvered himself into having dinner with her, she was
both nervous and thrilled to have him there.  All evening long, she felt the
desire to kiss him, to taste him, to touch him, grow as it did all that last
summer when she turned seventeen and that morning after his too brief peck on
her lips.
    It did not surprise her that she
sincerely enjoyed spending time with him.  She and Ben always found it easy to
talk to each other.  What did surprise her was just how much they still had in
common.  Then when he looked at her with those brown eyes warm with desire, she
felt like she would melt from the heat.  Once he started talking about taking
her for a walk down to the water after dinner, she practically jumped at the
chance to find out what a real kiss from him would be like.  She knew that he
was angling her toward one or two in the moonlight when he talked about
bringing her down here.  Chelsea showing up had only added a new twist to the
already eventful day.  Anne never planned on initiating the engagement story. 
It just came out.  Thankfully, Ben went with it.
    For the last ten minutes, she waited
calmly, watching his anger rise then disappear altogether, bringing him back to
his usual friendly self.  She remembered that about his personality.  If it was
something that he was really passionate about, his emotions were closer to the
surface.  The exchange with Chelsea clearly upset him.  He may have followed
along with Anne’s story, but when they were finally alone, he let her see that
he was angered by the exchange.  But, just as quickly as his temper rose, it
went away leaving him once again looking at her with that intense gaze that set
her insides quivering in anticipation, her desire returning to match his own.
    When she felt his arm slide around her
and his other hand touch her face, she closed her eyes and leaned in for his
kiss.  The first brush of his lips was soft against hers as if he was testing
the texture of her lips.  She liked it.  His lips were firm and soft at the
same time.  Then his tongue darted out to trace the seam of her lips, and she
opened her mouth to allow in his tongue.  The pressure of his lips increased
and she moaned softly at the pleasure, wanting to feel and taste more of him.  She
wrapped her arms around to his back to hold him closer and felt his body heat
warm her front.  His kiss was wonderful.  Then he sucked gently on her lower
lip, and she felt a strong stirring straight down to her core.
    He responded to her moan of pleasure by
pulling her in closer to his chest until her breasts pressed flat against him
and she was leaning backward from his weight.  His hand that touched her face
moved down to stroke her neck then slid to her shoulder when she pulled him in
closer to her body.  His tongue once again invaded her mouth, and she rubbed
her tongue against his seductively.  He tasted like the coffee he drank just
before they left the dining room and the strawberry cheesecake she shared with
him for dessert.  Then he pulled his tongue back slightly and sucked on her
lower lip again sending the wave of pleasure to her core until she felt the
first sign of wetness.
    She moaned again softly with the
pleasure and raised her arms until they circled his neck.  Then his hand moved
down over her front brushing against her breast before